3:00am Lullabies (Poetry)Amy FrankDec 20, 20211 min readSing a song my sweetSing a song and go to sleepLullabies caught in my headBody resting, warm in bedSmile a tired smileYou’ve walked a thousand milesRest and know tomorrow’s lightWill ease the aching in your mind
You Have The Power (Poetry)Sometimes they call it compassion fatigue. I call it trying to morph myself— constantly. To be smaller and gentler, a more digestible thing, when my fire is raging and my voice yearns to sing. I’m exh
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