Seal my heart
inside, stamped
and ready to send
traveling miles and miles
across states and shores,
bubble wrapped
so it won’t break or bend.
And when it reaches you,
still beating strong
(stronger still with yours so near)
will you put our halves together
or leave me on a shelf
to stare at, admire, and keep
for yourself?
- jsh
My words are wings. A writer's sword is her pen, or perhaps in my case this space. To sharpen my sword, I share with you my random writings, as an insight into my ink-stained soul. Here I'm the Girl With The Ink-Stained Soul, penning under JSH. I hope what I scribe changes your mind; spilled ink, while messy, can be a masterpiece in the making.
This Frame and Focus Is To Help You See The Beauty
We run the same paths over and over again never really stopping to take in the scenery - jsh