You washed me holy
Sacred words spewed from loose lips
Words that burn my scars
About the Creator
Pieces of Me ~ Poems by Heidi
In 2022, I came across a bin of my journals spanning many years. It was then that I realized I haven’t told people I enjoy writing or shared my work publicly. I decided to start.
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