I reach within, I touch my skin, I let the words soften
Category: Poems
Don’t flip the page!
Go anywhere and insects will be there
Know
Our only hope is that we know
No Need To Explain
Don't be entombed Before you've unwombed
Sanitized Insanity
My feelings about the covid restrictions
Pathfinder
No longer tranquilized by dreams. Present now, free.
Moving feelings
(I wrote this back in October '20 and just found it in my phone notes. A nice little gift from past me to present me. Tomorrow: a big ole walk.)
The Wild Call
The cry of city life
The Wild We Were
Kind of a story, Kind of a poem !
Regeneration of the self
Fallen from grace, to this place A wasteland A yard of scraps and mourning
Hannah Fitzpatrick 