Heart and Grit
She wears struggle on her face like laundry on a line.
“Why she had to go, I don’t know. She wouldn’t say”.
Let your heart strum the notes and your wildness weave the tune.
Ecstasy comes calling
To save us from ourselves
We wake to the mystery of each day,
imagining that we know
“Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid.”