The doctor pulls me into the hallways and explains to me what is going on. A pain forms in my chest and I feel sick. I being to cry and I lean my head against the hall.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I calm myself down and sigh. I slowly reenter the room. "I know you do not know what is going on and I am sorry. I'm Chris." I say, reaching out my arm.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I only know that learning to believe in the power of my own words has been the most freeing experience of my life. It has brought me the most light. And isn't that what a poem is? A lantern glowing in the dark. — Elizabeth Acevedo, The Poet X
