My body is screaming for me to write some poetry, but I can’t find the words. So here is something incomplete that came to me in May. A fragment of something larger.
If love were like a paper plane
it would be crumpled in my heart.
Love doesn’t send me soaring,
but grounds me as I walk.
Why publish a fragment? As a promise to myself that one day it’ll be a part of a whole.
Devon Louise 