When I was a kid, I truly believed there was a pot of gold waiting at the end of every rainbow. Whenever one appeared after the rain, I’d get so excited. I’d point at it and ask my dad to drive toward it because I was absolutely convinced we were about to become rich. If…
Tag: Poetry
That’s what happened to her.
There was a time when I worried about what people thought of me. Why I was quiet some days.Why I seemed stronger on some days than others.Why I talked about God so much.Why I held onto hope when life gave me every reason not to. The truth is, life changes you. Loss changes you.Grief changes…
Crowned Brunette 