Little Book Of The Things I Love

I keep a little book of the things I love and I often scan through it when I fall below … More

For days, weeks, months

Whisper’s of harsh voices tensed up hope filling the silence that follows for days, weeks, months the tears fall only … More

Letting sounds fill the confines of my room It’s like a window has been opened and air is blasting in … More

Spring has arrived and the days are still I’m here somewhere, happy inside Grinning like I was when autumn was … More

Invisible me is not seen as a priority life is forever on hold already retired and old. A name to … More

Laying empty and still In a tranquil state of disaray Floating, wishing for the water to invade and cleanse the … More

Flowers coated in dust growing despite the struggle growing because of it. It is a shimmering shield It is gold … More

Imagine walking up what feels and looks like a never-ending flight of stairs. You can’t look back for fear of … More