poetandineverknewit
I starred in awe at the barren ground where the Twin Towers once stood. In the heart of the city this dull construction site appears so out of place. The cranes and bulldozers add to the noise and chaos of this beautiful city.
I held his secret in my being, in my presence, and in my soul. I locked it up and took the precautions so it would be completely secure. No one possesses the key, except for us.
The second I held that whining, messy, beautiful baby in my hands, hidden underneath the yellow knit blanket, I knew that I could never be happier. One glance at my tiny baby's face and instantly I knew her name. Beautiful baby, JoAnna.
The wanderer.
Meandering carelessly.
Thought-less.
Turning randomly.
Mind-less.
No end in mind.
Careless.
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With her scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, she walked
Her brown ponytail bouncing in sync with her prada shoes
....how do i get that far in 60 seconds?????
I have a statement for you. I wish I could say it.
Out loud, I mean and not in my head.
I wish I were brave. Brave as I was.
The statement is distracting, vivid in my brain.
If I only I had the courage to let it escape.