We seem to always cross the line
leaving beautiful, blooming bruises
atop old skid marks and scars,
healing and concealing war wounds
of old loves and lost ones
with tattooed touches instead;
evidence of hours spent
healing one another
again and again
- 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