“To Become” Have I become a wretched soul Emotions held in grips untold. For pain has faltered And despair discreet, Of darkened hearts in tragedy. And while no tears escape, I shutter in fear of Satan’s fate, Of lost souls in temporary hold. There’s jealousy of addictions grasp, That holds a hand I held last. …
Poetry- Storms Rage
And sorrow cascades in a hushed certainty.
Fading in and out of reality.
And joy evades, and hope carries away..
what is sure to come again on a better day.
Lost & Found- I’m the Other Woman
Am I willing to accept the flirting, and affection, and intimacy knowing I remain the other woman? Because that is what I am setting myself up to do.