Brick
by brick I see the
lines of life– layering
into the concrete of myself; and wonder
(had I known it at the time) If I would
lay the path
that led me here…
again.
Setting Paths
Brick
by brick I see the
lines of life– layering
into the concrete of myself; and wonder
(had I known it at the time) If I would
lay the path
that led me here…
again.
melenoria 