Picture Of The Day 3.25.21

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And her fire burned so bright

It could not be contained



As she was always meant to

The sky lit up when she smiled

Welcome home


Picture Of The Day 3.22.21

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Pages in my journal filled with spilled ink

Teapots and kettles whistle at me for more

-The pressure I feel to say the right thing-

As the whistle grows louder, I write faster

Conveying words as if they were me

Strong and black

Spilled ink is nothing more than a mess

Unless spilled with the intention to heal

And now that I am empty

My audience is full

They whistle no more

Ready to pour out and fill the cup of another