There were times I flew in like a tree hammering a window in a winter storm

The wind so loud you couldn’t hear the glass shattering

I called to him and he ran over transgressions like they were wounds

Now they are gone

Buried like the dead

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I can’t give you something I never learned
Forgiveness…
And if walking away is what you do, it’ll never be earned

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© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Postscript 👇

I got folks fleeing left and right but I also received a nice message from someone who said they’d be a future subscriber on my new OF

Plus, I got my first subscriber when I was off sleeping

And so that’s inspiring and worth focusing on instead

They say they like looking at pictures of me 😌

I like making them for y’all

I don’t like digging through the web for stock photos

I took Drama in school and college

Not to mention I have a nut addiction and my detox medication isn’t cheap

I’ve never been able to dress like a girl lol

It’s always been military uniforms and boys tees

I like getting to explore who I am through words and photography

I’m glad I have an audience

I prefer a small crowd

It’s more intimate

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