It's tough, the world. It tries to shake me. It tries to hurt me. It tries to break me. I'm ready, I think. I know all the traps. I know all the holes. I know all the gaps. I'm here, you say. Whatever life serves. Whatever's thrown at ...
Broken Mirror
Last year, I published a poem titled Mirror, Mirror. It was about being comfortable with what I see in the mirror, and what I see of myself through the mirror. It was about being comfortable with being me, seeing me and knowing me. But not ...