Poems from HeatherLinder

I am not perfect but flawless, yes. I can quilt a blanket and endure much stress. I am a woman with muscle on her bones. I am the queen of...
Freedom, what a word. It is so obsorb.  Freedom in a filter, perhaps so. Some however, will not let the filter go. Afraid to let the scars...
Dancing in private in a secret place. Looking for ways to win this race. Thoughts of the mind, Tick tock with time. Fear of my very own...