At the building site for
The house we almost built
The framework
Has become a nursery for
Spiders and cobwebs
I am glad something could grow
From the upturned dirt and
Discarded beams
We left there
When we halted all construction
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
