The Herd (a poem)

My love,
bury me
in your words.
They keep me
separate from
the herd.
While I roam
midst my brethren
I am with you.

In your words,
I am apart from
everyone else.

Christina Schmidt, MA

[There is a Wrestle, Part II (***omg, the emails***) I promise 😊 and a general blog-writing update. I never seem to have more than 5 minutes to myself these days πŸ™ƒ I hope you all are well.]