I was minding my own business when these words started forming in my head… It sounded pretty so I picked my phone and started writing…. enjoy
Paint me a picture Draw me up as a figurine Make me what I’m not. I will be your puppet Until the wind blows. Then, I will dance. A light happy dance like the trees do when there are storms. But when I dance, there will be no storm, no lightning, no rain. There may be thunder and it will roar to the beat of … Continue reading Figurine Rain-dance
A dear friend of mine (Michael) wrote this poem for his daughter. They are beautiful words and he permitted me to share them with you… Enjoy. @Mickie, I’ll share this story and many others with her, whenever she arrives.
When I have a daughter,
I’ll tickle her till she cries from laughter and let her know..
That crying is not always a bad thing;
Sometimes it may blur your vision;
But other times it clears the dirt the world throws into your eyes Continue reading “Dear Daughter…”
Amidst the endless stream of lights,
After the bustle of the days, Continue reading “Obsession”
You don’t need to speak before the echoes roll in here.
I’m desperate and wanting.
Waiting and thinking. Continue reading “The Woman at the Well”
Does your reflection scare you? Continue reading “Man in the Mirror”
You’re not just the 24th letter of the alphabet.
If prison walls could speak Continue reading “Prison Walls”
dedicated to everyone with the inevitable internal struggle of fear and courage.