Spring is the great unfurling of everything that had to curl up to survive the bitter winter.
I caught every stone you threw at me, and built myself a fortress. How safe I feel, enclosed, by these strong walls. How I wish, sometimes, that they weren't quite so high.
Can you hear me whisper above the white noise of endless therapies and appointments with clever people, who know how to fix that, which is (apparently) broken within you? Hear me, sweet boy of mine: "You are not broken. You are a sweet perfection that the world could never truly appreciate. Never in a year... Continue Reading →