I’m doing what any human is gifted at as I type- procrastinating. I have four to five assignment deadlines packed together in the span of the next two weeks and here I am, trailing through my own Facebook profile and reflecting how far God has brought me through.
I stumbled upon something I wrote for a poetry prompt on Twitter and actually found myself impressed at what my past self wrote. Which is rare. So I thought to share it here.
Glass wounds don’t make for paper scars
Violent or subtle no matter
Blood for blood
The ravens sing you a lullaby
The big things
That Come In