To Walk

to journey
to learn
to grieve
to fly

whisper dark fear
I hear you
-in my throat

dark whisper
hear fear

feel my throat

voice calling
-I will walk

What NaPoWriMo taught me

The journey is the simple act of willingness

Not the perfection of the destination.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

a sense of self, 6" x 4", ink, graphite, paper, ©CKS 2017
a sense of self, 6″ x 4″, ink, graphite, paper, ©CKS 2017