Dear Anxiety, I can tell you’ve made your home inside my body. I don’t like to be inhospitable, but I think you’ve overstayed your welcome. Can you please find a new dwelling? With Love, Kim

Deep in the forest lives a flower that knows her name. She hears it beckon to her and can’t resist its call. Late at night, while she should be sleeping, she tiptoes out the door, her heart drawn like a moth to a flame. She wanders through the forest, past trees, bushes, and ferns. She... Continue Reading →

Tiptoe through the hidden door
Fear, pain, sadness - so much, too much
A tower of memories long neglected
Buried beneath stories told, some truth some lies

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