Poems From The Heart

Previously

…This apartment, this five-dollar-a-night miracle carved out of necessity, was more than just a room. It was the first true space I had inhabited since I lost everything. It was the laboratory where I was re-engineering myself. It proved that structure, however brittle or small, could withstand the forces that once shattered me. I had paid my dues in frost and fear; now, I was paying forward in cleanliness and quiet commitment. The next steps would be harder, requiring more courage and perhaps more sacrifice, but they would be taken from a solid place—from the certainty of closing my own door behind me.