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.
These Cogs of Compassion
We’ve always been
different gauge gears
of the same machine
not struggling to survive,
strive, or thrive,
but aiding and abetting
one another
to become so much more
than we seem