I could never do
the things i wish i could do...
Separated, the isolation proved to benefit me
Eyes served my purpose but even so I could barley...
There's a rush
between the many folds...
When I shut these eyes of mine, creatively I...
traveling often within clouds, sprinkling tree...
Delightfully crafted,
unwinding in layers...
The years i have spent
The bridges i have burned...
Clever cirsium, too clever
by far, arms herself in...
I cannot see the future
And I do not see the past...
I can spew out poems
on a white page...
When I first had the pleasure
of meeting your kindred spirit...
"Bite your lip",
Momma always told me...
Why did you make me a fighter?
Thought you did me a favor...