From the bedroom a noise is heard
softly and surely a ringing...

Every so often when all is quiet
the circumstances must be just right...

Such a beautiful thing
A blanket of snow...

In a house or on the street
People embrace images...

Adversary at every turn
I can't escape this fate...

I know this may seem.. strange
But your scars are beautiful to me...

A storm
Inside...

An animal whimpers deep in my chest
Surrounded by muscular walls...

Wishful thoughts and desperation dance in my mind
Twisted together into something of malicious...

Stubbornly I will grind my teeth
And clench my fists...

Beauty only tender hearts can see
Through the mask of disability...

The snow falls slowly
Blanketing as far as the eye can see...