Passenger, I am – delegated to back seat – input seldom asked for, even less appreciated. I ride along. Passenger, I am – at best
Tag: loss
Calm Yourself, Woman
Circumstances shift – breath the fertile air – let dreams fly; expand embrace change – hope, now winged, an explorer bursting with possibility. I would
Disillusionment
Yesterday’s vibrancy now faded markings on boarded up facades I stand on the edge of loss, of ghostly memories and ponder what lies below –
Washed Ashore
Was willing to settle even before casting off anchorless, with no compass to guide me, no oar to steer left fate to the currents a
Shoebox Dreams
A simple shoebox, repurposed with plastered images of dreams – paper affirmations of aspirations – shelved and forgotten, its contents snapshots, faded and torn, remnants
Disruption
Absence of table echoes in a room reserved for its central role – I am at a loss, no explanation proceeding this disappearance have just
