Poems From The Heart

Previously

…The next steps would involve finding work that paid enough to keep the lights on, to buy a cheap cot, maybe even a folding chair. But for the first time in memory, the next steps were vertical, not horizontal and desperate. I opened my eyes and looked at the key again, then at the little jade plant standing guard by the window. I reached out and touched one of its thick, waxy leaves—a tiny, sturdy fragment of nature I had bought and placed exactly where I wanted it to be. This was home. And this small, hard-won space would hold the first poems of gratitude.