chaoticallysmallpoetryOct 23, 20191 min readRiskThe panic runs down my spine.My only thought is run. Fear stricken and alone, I am unsure of how to proceed, because the risk it too great to move.Poems1 view0 comments
The panic runs down my spine.My only thought is run. Fear stricken and alone, I am unsure of how to proceed, because the risk it too great to move.
LabyrinthWhen future knocks on my door, it emphasizing the growth I have taken the staircase that never stop going. Forever growing and in either direction.
Beautiful.the clouds moving across the pale blue sky, dripping rain down on my patio. My cats sleeping next to each other, butt to butt, when about two years ago they couldn't stand each other. They breathe in
Cold RushTime to increase down the aisle. Opening up to something else that I can't see, to feel the assault of love slap me in the face.