I find it an odd comfortThe creak of the screen porch doorAs it groans and moans in the wispy windsIt's a soothing soundMuch like the ticking of an an..
The smell of amber and spicesRises upFrom the sun kissedAnd heat bathed groundWarm air drifts in currentsAround the bench andThrough its worn slatsI'v..
I'm worn like 100-year-old paperYellowed and frayed at the edgesPieces crumble at the slightest touchI grab at my shredsTo apply adhesive to keep myse..
Encased in a cocoonFor an undetermined amount of timeI grewMy wings took rootAnd blossomedInto a free floatingFabric of dreamsColors collided and birt..
This describes how I used to feel when I struggled with depression in my past. Thankfully, I know longer struggle as heavily. I thought writing this p..
I draw upon my environmentThe soft glow of the candleThe sweet taste of the chamomile teaWarms not only my insides but smoothsOver the jagged and raw ..
A journey lies aheadFull on in capacityOpen and voluminousLarge and seemingly ominousYet bright with possibilityIt beckons to meAnd begs for me to fol..
This poem is hard to explain as I wrote it so long ago. I think I would like to leave it up to interpretation. Happily, I no longer feel like this. Ma..