Poet Introduction I write as an outlet to make sense of my world and experiences. My purpose of sharing my words with others is in the hope that readers may identify with them insofar as what it means for them.
Winter creeps single panes tragic gusts no shelter remains sorrow crawls within veins; darkness walks among the living leaving pale unforgiving memories hazy barren to reliving; untold stories past lost grasping tightly at what cost? existent grief in winter’s frost
Some histories can often mar this chronicle, my memoir woefully playing star a past not so far nor up to par leaves a scar branded marked stranded ever more aged premature shame I cannot cure of this I will assure a woman now insecure my innocence no longer pure