An Ode to my Father Can you see me now? I would have made you proud We never spoke about facts or truths Because they
To the Broken
I am routing for you May you learn to smell the roses again Possibly for the first time… May you learn to find happiness Without
PSTD in CAPTIVITY
Strange as it might sound, isolation for me can have a calming effect, no more racing mind, no more fight or flight affecting my digestive
Why be mad? At who?
Guess the Jokes on Me I’m not going to yell, I’m not even mad I got a funeral to think about because the person I
This Crazy RIDE
It’s a plague It’s a Storm I am afraid to die Not because I cherish my life But for the fact that I can’t take
Is this it?
Another storm is here Is this the BIG ONE another altered reality another uneasiness Another speculation filled with the convictions of many is this it?
