Love their furry little hearts

Capote

Atticus

Scissors

You suppose you are the trouble
But you are the cure
You suppose that you are the lock on the door
But you are the key that opens it
It's too bad that you want to be someone else
You don't see your own face, your own beauty
Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.

~Rumi

The One

I am that shattered wall of glass,
still standing,quaking, waiting,
for the distant door to close and
shake me into irredeemable bits.

Waiting not expecting the one
who can hold me together,
only dreading the one who
is the burst of wind that blows me down.