top of page

Just Try

In the space between try and cry resides a trifle of

time wrapped in a map of urgent need to succeed.

We stow away the memories of falling short, of a

frown handed down from one we love standing

above where success is like a caress on the cheek.

Catalogued In the fog of time, we flip back through

pages to the ages when it mattered most to please.

11 views0 comments


bottom of page