Nothing Else to Say

Even on good days, there’s always a sliver of resistance burrowed in the bottom of our character, just to keep us humble.

 

NOTHING ELSE TO SAY

An orchard in May

thousands of blossoms

hiding the fruit and

after a long day

the sun intensifies

flushing out the one

crow hiding like the

one dark thing we

won’t let go of.

A Question to Walk With: Journal about a resistance you carry in the bottom of your character and how it serves you or hurts you.