As the Ruin Falls: A Poem for a Hot Mess
Are you a hot mess? A broken soul? Ruined and a wreck? Check, check, and check- all in the past two weeks, I’ve been. But there is a balm in Gilead. There is a poem for that, as your ruin falls. But I am not a poet and—if haiku and limericks are excepted—I do know it….