Holding On While Letting Go
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This is a collection of poems I've been writing since September of 2013 about various topics--my life, the world, love, things that are important to me, meaningful to me.
What will they mean to you, if anything at all? Will my efforts have been in vain or great successes?
It's up to you....
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