Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
I have often felt very alone with my family of origin. I was a poor fit.
I love this, Esther! “where you find yourself you belong”Great job with the form. xoA
"Where you find yourself" strikes me. So true.