@SamanthaJones 27 April 2021 more from that month

Walk

a lost ride and a phone call earlier vanished but they got to talking about poetry while walking on a path it has to be worth it to dig so deep to hunt, sometimes hide to shed skin while bleeding almost breaks the poet but keeps her moving stays alive to endure with pain in her heart under that same sun she can remember a peace between the two walls this place is safe at this time of night a meal, sleep a moment of respite dwelling in the quiet of your heart.