The Wall
There's a part of me that I shut off long ago. I built a wall around my heart. Not consciously. I never felt it go up, so I must have…
There's a part of me that I shut off long ago. I built a wall around my heart. Not consciously. I never felt it go up, so I must have…
As discussed in last week’s post, yes, I see a therapist. The poem I shared on that topic last week is included in the “Regeneration” section of The Locust Years.…