Nothing hidden…not even our scars
He walked to door of the room of past wounds I had forgotten about. He asked, “Will you let me in?” I couldn’t remember if the room was all nice and tidy or if I had things all over the…
He walked to door of the room of past wounds I had forgotten about. He asked, “Will you let me in?” I couldn’t remember if the room was all nice and tidy or if I had things all over the…
As he dressed herself wondering if this would be last time to go lay eyes on her husband. She was intentional about not telling her husband of her arrival. Would she make it out alive? Or would she lose her…