I searched in earnest, at last,
I found the box—
but not her, my beautiful ballerina.
I longed to see her dance again.
Music rose, velvet glowed,
my heart lifted…
but only my reflection gazed back.
And then—
I saw it.
She was never in the box.
She was always in me
Author: Lira Wren
Summertime Bubbles
When I see that old, cheap bubble gum—
you know the blue, yellow, and orange in the traditional wrapper, twisted at both ends;
the kind whose flavor lasts only a moment before vanishing—
I’m instantly taken bac
A Hole That Was Never Empty
Kindness doesn’t always show up to fix. Sometimes, it shows up to invite.