poetry · Uncategorized


There are times like tonight when the ink in my soul is flowing boldly,

but dries before it hits the page.


My thoughts are expressive hues and quilt the forest I purposely cower in…

but my follow through is tainted by past intruders… and I tremble, hesitant.

Splaying the soul is not for all – no matter if you feel led.

Ifย  you open the gates, what remains?



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