Art and poetry from November 2022

Would Stand So Close to Me

I write a poem when I feel

a tendril of Truth

brush against my face

and I weep to think that Truth

would stand so close to me

  — Makashael Full Spectrum

I'M SORRY.

I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.

I deeply regret ever causing you any harm.

I think about you often, and with love.

If there’s anything I can do to make it right, I’m listening.

But please know — this apology comes with no strings…

You don’t have to respond, 

you don’t owe me anything —

Not your forgiveness,

or your time, 
or your energy.

I love you, and I honor

whatever path your healing takes.

  — Sara Quinn & Ashleigh Rogers