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;
Open hearted journey.

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