poetry

Fence rusted and old leans inward surrounding graves. Mother, Father visible Other markings faded from time. Iron surrounding this plot…

Just Be Aching to deeply feel Not only to know. Eyes closed I sense it. There at edge of consciousness.…

Words undo. Fear, frustration, splattered without breathing. Searching for peace amidst irritation. The same that wrecks At my own soul…

The moon glows full, bright, outside my window. Thoughts of wonder sparked. Questions surface from a grateful heart. How often…

Covered in dust Hardly recognizable Do you see the person He purposed me to be? Where am I going? Following…