we are but two feet tall
in a world full of mountains.
to be expected to move them
would be a miracle. yet
we drag them by our
hands
feet
lips
until we can no longer see
the sky.
YOU ARE READING
on our way home
PoetryA book filled with poetry about those of us who are lost, so we can remember that we can always find our way home, no matter how we feel, or who's on our side.
