Poems from KaitlynnMoody
Poetry has allowed me to spill my confessions,
as though they were
the ink of healing and creation,
to combat the saboteur.
The one who...
I am that tree you see over there.
No not the beautiful one with deep intertwining roots
But the one just behind that.
I have scores and...
To You, My Love, Who Stole Everything:
You are proud to say that have never laid a hand on me
I am scared to admit not yet,
and that is...