Withering Trees
The mouth keeps it.
The heart speaks it.
Poetry
Please Turn the Page
Down
In a ditch
As the storm waters rage
If I Break
If I break…Will you fix me?
If I break
Will you fix me?
Make me whole
Defend me
Lest I break again?
How Fast Can You Run?
How fast can you run?
My Heart Bleeds
One is too many.
Dandelion
I drift along the longing breeze…like a dandelion
I’m Feeling Myself
I’m feeling myself
Simply because I can
And why not?
Sometimes You Need a Time-Out
Sometimes you need a time-out A breath away from it all The people The things A moment to catch yourself Before you fall
I Dropped the Mic
I dropped the mic… I stand boldly I am different In saying this I drop the mic on diffidence
Sorry Missus
Sorry Missus I got it wrong You only had My best wishes at heart