Tag: lessons

• Hanging hope

  You are my favorite most crumbled love poem. I place you against prison bars made from the clenched fists inside my chest… bailing you out with second chances. Someday, you’ll come through… teach me how to breathe again.

  Claudia Rojas

  January 27, 2014

  Compositions

  faith, hope, lessons, poetry, the thing with feathers