Confession
I still don’t want to believe it has already been ten years, Maybe because it is so much easier to recount the tears, The days, months, years just dissolved, I gave time no value, Thinking, why would I need a
Jettison
I doggedly refused to believe it was a case of stress, Had I not held my own, and triumphed under extreme duress? Or that my pent up anxiety was desperately awaiting a release, Blissfully unaware, I let these keep dragging
Rocky Nest
We knew there was no other place, but the mountain top, Because this was where everybody we knew, had set up shop, I still remember, the location was merely the first of many a grouse, But that still meant, that
Shadows of the Earth
Tall be the oaks, that tower above the forest, Broad be the oaks, that stretch east to west, Extensive, encompassive, everything below, they shield, Protective, predatory, not a ray of sunlight they yield. There was a time when each was
Resilience
They say it is the words that first cause such a thing, And that nothing quite matches the angst that words bring, Hurting in places far deeper than the skin, than the mind, And an equally acerbic retort, is the