Every time I read this poem, the last line brings a lump to my throat. Not sure why. Maybe thinking about all the times in my life I’ve been afraid, but all those times there was something next to me, made by me, that was “never afraid”? Light’s Effect on the Body – Janée J. … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Janee H. Baugher
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