A Poem on Pain: This Morning
Because my hands ached when I woke, I took a walk; Taking my mind to my footfalls, to the sound of the ground against my feet. Because I could not close my hand, I listened to the grind of the …
Because my hands ached when I woke, I took a walk; Taking my mind to my footfalls, to the sound of the ground against my feet. Because I could not close my hand, I listened to the grind of the …