How many times have I been a whisper, a fleeting sonder passing by, a ghost of weight, of battles fought, a light reborn where ruins lie?
The Ghosts We Carry
Forged in Silence
Told to come out of my shell But they do not know. Forced to retreat - Not hiding, but surviving. This shell is not weakness, nor fear, But the armor I built to stay here.
A Mother’s Light
Let quiet strength from me flow Through the swirling wind and snow.
Tides of an Awakening
As I sit and ponder my last dream, Swirls inside “Echoes of an Awakening”. The night has dawned on shifting tides; Behind the emerald shroud, the wizard hides.
Flippity-Flap and Fancy Free
Beneath the frothy, foamy tide, Where wimbly-wobbly sea beasts hide, The jellyfoot pranced with a clatter and clap, Its tentacle-toes in a rhythmic tap.
What Dreams May Grow
My family from a distant shore Lost in the second world war. Entire families lost and erased I cannot imagine the horror they faced.
Into Depths Unknown
While comfort lies in a shallow trend, I dive head first into the deep end. The fear I feel becomes my guide, As I probe the depths inside.
Echoes of an Awakening
Eerie whispers, spectral signs Echo through my tangled mind. A chilling sigh out of tune, Haunting melodies entwined.
Thy Queen of Hilarity
I hereby bequeath to you all A poem, my quirky downfall. This brief and crazy reprieve From my buzzing inanity.
A Dream Undone
Snowflakes whisper an evergreen breeze, Silent comfort with feelings of ease. Twilight hums its gentle refrain, Stars weave a glow, a fragile chain.
my letters from beyond the fire 