She notiiiced the tremors were getttting worse
This terrrrified her
She had always relied on her intelllligence
Yet this requiiired her hands to work
After all, for 25 years she has writttten for a liviiing
But after her BMW kissssed a freight truck last November
Before that delightful triiip to Italy and France
To write about love and wiiine and her passion for hiiigh fashion
She had to hiiire an editor.
~Just L (September 28, 2018)
I once climbed mountains for one who held my heart.
Never grasping, ‘Wait for someone to do their part.’
Until I dared to be vulnerable, missing the trust fall.
With a thud I realized it wasn’t about me at all.
Wandering for a time, I questioned the other’s motive.
At last I decided this was no way to live.
I dusted off my pride and let my light shine.
Happy and grateful to be in this bruised skin of mine.
I redoubled my efforts to allow others in.
After all, living with integrity and kindness is hardly a sin.
Then entered that one who wished to change my view.
By blowing my mind without exploding my world, too.
I got someone who wants me, and not just the “next.”
There is far more to love, and the best is surely yet.
~Just L (August 15, 2017)