"Pamela has composed one of the loveliest writing-to-heal books for people living with cancer that could be imagined."
-John Fox, CPT;
for Poetic Medicine
Here I am. The prettiest of them all. More wonderous than the leaves on my climbing vine, more colorful than the grass at my feet.
I haven’t always been like this. Once a tiny dark seed, I was just a promise of something glorious. And before that I was genetically engineered to be just the right mix of red and gold.
But here I am, and you’d think I’d be happy, but I’m bored. I want adventure and freedom from this vine and, well, I want exactly what I don’t have. Isn’t that normal? Who wants to be a glorious rose all the time? Leave a comment. What would you want to be? You could start..”I want to be…”