Poetry

In the way

I It’s like dustAnd our age,The sour smellBut benefits of sage…Or the healingWithin the spring-To only breakWith winter’s swing…It’s like the rageOf a perfect stormWhipping the pageAnd breaking the norm…It’s like marriageStrong and true-Only to breakBefore you knew…It’s like the screamAfter the cry-No matter the effort,Ours are or my…And it’s utteringYour greatest fearYes a laughBefore… Continue reading In the way