There’s a big Black fly in my house. It passes behind me, In front of me, Beside me, careening wildly, Never seeming to settle Where I could get a good shot at it. It annoys me, Perplexes me, Would seem to be taunting me If there was room in that microscopic brain For such intent. […]
Jim Buschmann
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You Won’t Be Silent
Your silence has been a wall that has held you back, But it isn’t the strongest part of you, When your anger breaks your wall, The anger becomes a constructive tool, and you build something stronger. When your sadness breaks your wall, Your sadness flows away and carries your helplessness away with it. When your […]