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“I’d die for you”. A Fleeting Poetry
It’s easy to say “I’d die for you” and yes, it can be true, a powerful thing to feel. But love isn’t proven in grand endings. It’s in the staying. In the choosing. In the quiet, painful act of living when everything in you wants to disappear. Continue reading
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Still Here
What does it really mean to “let go” of someone you love When they’re no longer here? Does it mean forgetting them? Erasing their memories? Never speaking their name again? Continue reading
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For I am touch-starved to death
Like a flower deprived of sunlight, I wither in the absence of touch. It’s a longing, deep-rooted and persistent, that gnaws at my soul— a hunger I’ve carried for years Continue reading
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The Void in the Current
Once more the river flows through the valley searching for her special rock. But he’s nowhere to be found lost to a sudden, fierce storm. Continue reading
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A Writer’s Love
To be loved by a writer is said to be a privilege A muse immortalized in ink. And perhaps it is. Continue reading
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A Lonely Tree Crying In The Storm
Under a shroud of stormy grey, A tree sways a mournful sigh. Continue reading
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This Is How I Saw You
As the warmth of the winter Sun dispelling winter’s chill. As a soft kiss upon the forehead whispering everything is alright. Continue reading