Poetry for the Broken

Poetry for the Broken

Sabrina gave me permission to share her work. I pray her words bring you healing. Innocence Lost Where did that innocent little girl go? The one with the pigtails, Playing jump rope.   Do you see her smile? Her carefree laughter, Her hair swaying In the breeze.  ...
Manure Only

Manure Only

That’s me in the picture. I’m probably in the fourth grade, a year before my father passed away. I first laid eyes on this photo last month. It was in a pile of pictures my father took of me, and when I leafed through the black and whites and my eyes...

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