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A strange wind blows softly Through my soul It stirs a longing I cannot control. Yet it is shrouded In a cloak of pain. My tears fall quietly ..

Insomnia at it's best...or worst.

It may be fact...or it may not...

This is one of my favorite poems written during a transitional phase in my life.

A memory of Christmas when I was young.

This poem was inspired by a painting my twin sister had done.

This poem describes a little of what's been going on in my life recently.

I am... Invisible. My world is confusion... Hiding behind my iron wall... I long to be touched. Wanting and needing... I pull away. I yearn for..

A poem about mental illness

A short poem about happiness...as I was reminded by my Mother.