Topless Turtle

I gave up my shell while with my family

.

Under my shell, I’m

vulnerable; to fam’ly,

speed, criticism…

(willing to trust, anyway…)

The Journey

I wandered lonely down the hill
Past trees, porcupines , deer and hawks
Brushing off competition’s fangs …

Gathered prompts
Scribed poems
Posted rhymes

Winced at criticism
Stumbled on sand
Washed the dust away

Found Hutchinson Lane;
Sure-footed
Open hearted journey.