you’ve been running canyons
looking for yourself
that beautiful wild girl
who sat there in the dust
and wrestled with that trike
while others just looked on
(they had forgotten joy)
and cursed you with perspective
above and to the right
that made you second guess
and work hard in the night
to be the perfect one
and get them off your back
for good, for evil too
but it just distanced you
and gave you space to run
in canyons made of bones
along your Sangre River
still looking for yourself
alive and free and wild
well, Baby, you have found her
she thrives though she is short,
and though sun’s rays are slant
they still can peek down deep
to feed you evergreen
I have always seen you
I see you still, here, strong
and still, delicate, fragile
and still indestructible
growing wild and free
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Omg…it’s my canyon.
And, I’m sitting here with running shoes – lacing up and looking for that inner fortitude. I’m also sitting here with tears in my eyes – grateful for your heart and eyes that see me so well. Speechless…I am so speechless…
I only say what I see to those who have ears ❤
Just so you know…I love you to the moon and back. What an amazing read after not reading it for awhile. Thank you. xoxoxo
You’re the bestest! ❤
YOU are ❤
No YOU ARE, Schmoopie! (channels inner Seinfeld episode)
LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU! Loved reading this again AND seeing our comments. Oh, my sister…you knew I needed a reminder of my canyon. Survival mode these days – something you know all too much about. Xoxox
Yeppers yeppity yep 💕