The Airport
Sometimes I grin as I watch one who was so broken emerge from the ashes. At any given moment tears might fill my eyes as I see joy restored, hope reinstated, and passion kicking up dust with their heels….
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Push of Pain
There is a push to pain of sorts
Unlike the thoughts of man
Doors of new beginnings grace
Where valleys of trouble land.
Storms
Storms come and go-and can be fierce. They come in many forms. Each one brings an opportunity for growth.
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