Poetry-The Warriors Cry

I hear the warriors crying out in broken words, but free. All for love, they call upon, the power to rescue me.

My Memories- Chosen Self

The athlete, the competitor, flaunter, tease, academic, worker, they all found time to be present. In experiencing life with all these spirits, I learned a great deal about compassion, pain, and cries from within. What others didn't see, I saw magnified.

Poetry- Resolved In Fire

Conversations cease

In quiet ravines

And distance closes gaps.

I am Pluto.

You the sun.

To address how far we've run.