Looking through the keyhole
If hope is a house,
stone walls, thatched roof, gravel path,
roses rambling,
who locked the door and closed the
shutters? Can I get back in?
after Barbara Kingsolver
If hope is a house,
stone walls, thatched roof, gravel path,
roses rambling,
who locked the door and closed the
shutters? Can I get back in?
after Barbara Kingsolver
Ah!
“You can never go home”.
You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it’s all right.
Maya Angelou