I mistook speed for certainty,mistook fire for warmth.I ran toward loveas if arriving firstmeant I would be chosen. I spoke before listening,touched before asking,gave everythingwithout learning how to hold. In my hurry,I bruised the fragile hours,stepped on feelingsstill finding their names.Some wounds were mine.Some I left behind. They never saw the quiet part of me,the … Continue reading A Gentle Heart – I Ran Ahead of Love