This is a friend of mine who just started using Patreon again. She's gifted and writes with a hope that still takes into account life's anguish. I'm so very proud of her... Broken Wings My wings were broken before they could even spread. It wasn't you, never your fault. It has always been mine. I… Continue reading Sharing
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Mr. 19
When we emerge, what will remain? Glimmers of hope, perhaps. Celebrations. Keep your distance. Airplanes will traverse the skies once more. Don't cough. Families reunited. No touching. The residue of fear will linger and it shall be allowed to reign again. You took much more than life. 3/23/2020- TL Harty
Self
One, lone entity in search of something more. A culmination of past experiences. Of a saint and of a whore. Wanting no one to understand, but still share in life's story. Please don't look at me, but see me- grasping for some glory. The sum of all my parts an unsolvable equation. Muddling through the… Continue reading Self
