on sure footing but sometimes I miss those egg-shells They trained me in stealth making me a ninja in 6-inch-heels tap-dancing through flames waltzing to the melody of chaos without a cracking spell those egg-shells sure gave me skills A... Continue Reading →
Without egg shells marching towards my destiny without egg shells no longer careful with my feet a new sense of liberation my path unimpeded and free without egg shells ©Vivian Zems (#Rondolet) February Writing Prompts 7/28
