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.
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.
The Light Within
Awakened to a world I no longer recognize Where truths unravel, Cloaked in veils of lies.
With Arms Wide Open
Most days my thoughts feel like a mess. It does not make me any better nor any less. A crazy puzzle, pieces scattered on the floor, Sometimes I wonder if I’ll make sense any more.
Lost in Thoughts of Beer and Sweatpants
Lost in thoughts of what could have been As I write it down with my worn out pen. So many thoughts, so much endured My time of rest is not assured.
my letters from beyond the fire 