Aug 5, 2023
I have experienced all of these -- and I cried and cried and cried and cried, until I simply went numb. Shell-shocked by the betrayal. PTSD, as several friends say.
Your poem is so powerful and eloquent! Hugs.
Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself