Not Broken
As long as I have life to use,
I’ll not decry my every bruise,
I’ll not keep track of every crack,
Or rave about my every scratch,
I’ll not pretend each day is winter,
Bemoaning over every splinter.… Read More Not Broken
Tag: Poetry magazines
Sarah Pletcher Poetry
I was called home to gain my wings.
It was scary on Earth.
So full of darkness.
Thank you for being my light.
I’m no longer hurting.… Read More Sarah Pletcher Poetry
Our Love Was
Our Love Was
car shows, summer beer fests, and 24/7 air-conditioning
wet Chelsea boots, crunchy leaves, ice coffee no matter the temperature… Read More Our Love Was
