Looking at you now
I finally understand what my dad meant when he would tell me that time changes things, changes people.
YOU ARE READING
With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
But maybe its not always true
Looking at you now
I finally understand what my dad meant when he would tell me that time changes things, changes people.
