Home Again

There’s no going back to what might have been, no re-living years again But the past holds a promise, if I dare to see, that I am different now, a better me Why is this so hard to see? I still live daily,with a wound in my chest, moving forward as if it doesn’t exist…

In This Season of Snow

The crisp cold air pushed itself into my lungs. I was breathing hard.  The trail wasn’t difficult, but the wind and snow made it a challenge today. Every step brought unique sounds; a crunching and squeaking indicated that it was snow beneath my feet.  When I stopped to catch my breath, I hear the strangest…