poetry

To those who’ve gone before me… From us who are to follow.

We knock but echos travel far and wide for milesNo one is home,And may never be for a long time. The soul has slipped free, finally made to roam as it was destined to be, no longer locked in its cold and decomposing shell. Gone back to its ancestors, where the spirits of the wild… Continue reading To those who’ve gone before me… From us who are to follow.

poetry

I found me.

You left me with songs of sadness on a cratched record and I tortured myself with it's ear screeching noises for months. But then she came to me- the better part of me,Finally putting me out of my misery with a new beat.A serenade of beauty, resilience and strength. I found my song along a… Continue reading I found me.