The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.
Andrea GibsonI thought, "The flowers, save the flowers..." I never thought for a second we wouldn't save the people
Andrea GibsonI have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing
Andrea Gibson