The glory of the passing Shared among the weak Claimed by the strong Hold it up with pride Bear witness to this Ignore as my
Tag: Poetry & Prose
Give Way
It’s strange sometimes The distance, space Around us How it gives way As we all move In different directions Here and there Back and forth
I Have Seen
I have seen an old woman Sitting in a rocking chair The warmth of the desert sun Shining on her through the front window Surrounded
Common Ground
If you could see What I see In those moments when You’re most vulnerable You might recognize Through the haze Of your sadness There is
Hand of a Stranger
I may smile at you But it stops there I don’t have much To give you Some words Nothing much at all There are spaces
That Day
She once whispered to me Of things which truly matter Only once will I say this She told me It is then up to you
