a stormy time that shook my core i felt unraveled my heart was sore from lack of faith a purpose mean hall of mirrors in broken dreams. awoke again to morning glow reminder to follow the flow around the rocks and rotten trees the murky depths choppy seas to calmer waters crystal clean in many …
day 45
eyes that wish to close again apprehensive of the coming day mind cluttered with frustration needing to be swept clear once more 2.14.17
day 44
pink azaleas bloom by a ramshackle home a vibrant burst among decay sky streaked in pink and yellow stretches of cotton candy golden orb, the sun ascends above the shallow marsh 2.13.17
day 43
lackluster i feel like second hand shoes stuck playing a game that ends in a ruse each turn that i take leaves me confused 2.12.17
day 42
whisper to me of what you dare not dream feed my ear with thoughts of serpentines one day we’ll wrestle for each other’s love but now we struggle with intensity unclothed 2.11.17
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