It is only through the eyes
that you may come to realize...

After the storm-the bitter storm,
the tree of life-uprooted-looked so forlorn...

What is it to be alive?
Is living the abscence of death...

You found me alone,
you came to me alone...

Stormcloud and thunder
Running through my veins...

An expression I have attempted to reveal
within the fires of my souls depths...

For god so loved the world,
that he left us in a lonely vast expanse...

It's a beautiful day, to be alive
When you awake to a cloudy sky...

I have to make a confession
this poem is a dedication...

What to do what to do
when to being a mommy you are new...

Death better be better than boredom, better be...

Hark! Hark! A lark!
Did Billy Shakespeare bark...