"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Monday, June 5, 2017
A child lost, without roots. Her words were rebellion. She never smelled flowers. Until a kind foster mother came along. Listened to bruised heart, nursing broken butterfly wings. There's a time to bounce back. Harness energy. Light, shadows, darkness. Storm in her is rising. Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the word, STORM. Thanks for the visit.