“Unlocking the Hidden Layers: JD DeHart’s Poetic Journey Through the Fragments of Existence”
images of a younger me
a more frightened person
I thought of the crisis time
when I had to decide
between who I was and who
others made me out to be
every poor decision
and choice of wording
navigating to my purpose
and how soon
rain would come and autumn
would be thicker than memory
