Clamoring for the bottom rung

A poem by: carole l. haines Clamoring for the bottom rung By: Carole L. Haines 8/3/11   Even if no one else ever sees down deep in the darkest parts of me, I see. Even if no one else ever knows, the harshest thoughts, the hurts and wounds, I know. Even more important than anythingContinue reading “Clamoring for the bottom rung”