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

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
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
I want. . . I whisper to empty rooms air so chilly that words float ghostly moths frozen in the mist of my breath unprepared
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
It is a stretch For me to Reach out across This shifting distance This shaky ground Hand extended Toward you It is a journey
I want. . . I whisper to empty rooms air so chilly that words float ghostly moths frozen in the mist of my breath unprepared
It is a stretch For me to Reach out across This shifting distance This shaky ground Hand extended Toward you It is a journey Across
It is a stretch For me to Reach out across This shifting distance This shaky ground Hand extended Toward you It is a journey Across
My reflection and I Do not behave The way Mirror images should We do not face each other One of us safely Contained In a