Should we change
Or remain the same
Should we grow
Or shrink into ourselves
Should we evolve
Or always hide away
Should we trust
Or live in unbelief
Should I cross
Or rather stay behind
To never see the other side?
Tag poetry
Motion
A ball is kicked
Changing the world from one
State to the next
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Motion.”
Stolen Words
Birthday Balloons
Bracing the Cold
Missing You
It has been so long
Since I heard your voice
An eternity has passed
Since I felt your arms
A gulf separates your
Eyes and mine
Will I ever see you again?
Validation
Bus Travel
Rain trickles down the
Sides of the bus, commuters
Make their way to work
Note to Self
A Poem
A dark, heavy blanket lies over my being
I don’t want to eat, or drink, or laugh, or sleep
I don’t want to dream for I know
The morning will rise and I will be burdened with
A shadow
Following me
Watching
Spying
Lurking
Preying
I pray that the night will not end
I pray
That my dreams will grant me peace
For the torment of the day coupled with the torment of the night is too much for my soul to bear
I remember my past
And dark days
Interspersed with nights so cruel
I try to escape the waves threatening to break over me
But crippled with fear
I cannot move







