Am I the only one who absolutely loves poetry, but becomes too “busy” for it sometimes? Poetry is deep, true, and resounds with my soul. But sometimes, I’m “busy” — meaning I may be just a tiny bit afraid of facing the truths that poetry often tells me about myself. For this reason, I hadn’t read much poetry for a while, until I found out that Julia’s new poetry book had become available to purchase! So exciting!! Now’s the part where I rant about it and describe my innermost feelings while reading it…come join me?