Truth is the pricker of thin skin; authenticity lets it flow. Face your dark, beautiful self. Embrace him. Let her go. These shadows are echoes;…
Tag: poetry
Play on, you symphony of madness. Blast the horns counter to the rhythm, rake the strings with angst and anxiety. Pound the timpani with closed…
so be it
be it so gentle
that even an uttered word
would shatter the dream
The road before And behind Is weathered with seasons Storms and Flash floods Sprinkled with silence A pregnant mist The utterly serene And timeless… While…