A letter to the women in prison

To the women in prison, I don’t know you. I don’t know your story or how you got here. And yet a part of me feels I know you already. My sense is it went down something like this: Something was taken from you. Violated, controlled, pushed into a corner, neglected, and/or abused, your senseContinue reading “A letter to the women in prison”

The Path

All the things you didn’t see All the things you wouldn’t hear All the colors, sights, and smells That aren’t on the path You don’t know where you’re going You don’t know when you’ll get there All you know is, you have to go You have to go the way you don’t know At firstContinue reading “The Path”