Poem: The way Back

The Way Back There is a room inside youthat has never learned the language of applause.It does not measure worthby calendars filledor trophies gathering dust. It waits. Not impatiently—like the sea waits for rivers,certain they rememberwhere they belong. You may arrive carrying yearslike heavy coats,stitched together with expectation,regret,and names you answeredthat were never yours. The … Continue reading Poem: The way Back