Oct 3, 2015
A poem I found in an old journal of mine
My mind is full Pregnant with something I've been waiting on anything to come my way I feel the pull in all directions, and I hope my mind continues to play Lightning strikes all around me I am holding a broken umbrella But I don't care if I am soaking My body soaks up each rain drop as if they all teach me something Nourishing my spirit Lighting my path I can learn from this I can learn from everything