This was not the poem that I set out to write tonight. In fact I’m feeling a little blocked.
This might be a no no to admit, but I’m not even sure what it’s about, not really. It’s a mashup of several story lines, as if all my demons of the past 3 years are fighting for attention but none of them are winning. This isn’t supposed to be a sad poem, just a reflection.
Our lives are composed of the intertwining of faith and falling. No matter where you are in that process, I hope you are at peace.
Love,
Leanne Rebecca
She's in Prison 