my reflection and I do not behave the way mirror images ought we do not face each other glassed twins one of us safely contained

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
my reflection and I do not behave the way mirror images ought we do not face each other glassed twins one of us safely contained
unwrapping you thrill of opening new box of crayons curated my favorite colors you taste Granny Smith Apple Plum Wild Strawberry Jazzberry Jam your vibrancy
it is a stretch for me to reach out across this shifting distance this shaky ground hand extended toward you a journey across a deep chasm for
Alone, I shiver Wander morning’s dark side Lost in shifting thoughts © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
when my brain goes haywire I think I must have developed late-onset sensory integration disorder the sun burns my eyes the birds chirp their Spring
my reflection and I do not behave the way mirror images ought we do not face each other glassed twins one of us safely contained
it is a stretch for me to reach out across this shifting distance this shaky ground hand extended toward you a journey across a deep chasm for
Unwrapping you Thrill of opening New box of crayons Curated, my favorite colors You taste Granny Smith Apple Plum Wild Strawberry Jazzberry Jam Your
When I was a play therapist I worked with several kids who had sensory integration issues Some liked to sit under the table with their