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

Finding Focus

A time cameBefore it passedOf what beganUntil the last- And through the fightsAnd even yearsLaid the feelingsBuilt with tears- No more the rightOr even wrongBuilt the curvesTo a road so long- But a weakened soulHurts the pathTo what is hereOr what was had. So the mapLacking compassFinds an answerAfter finding focus.