Dead from the inside  I am numb. A complete shut down unresponsive to the external. Immovable, life wasting away. Tired eyes and hungry heart all dead in a row. No thirst to quench no dreams to conquer powerless in one way powerful in another -…

Fifth Hour Walk Through What was once my refuge, my comfort, and my home. leaves a chill in the air, Now I live alone. Used to be where children’s laughter and made-up songs filled the air, now, it’s a sobering reminder that I am the…

It’s easy to miss Those little things Lost in our busy world We often cannot see The squirrel on a tree Bright eyed, busy tailed Foraging all around Busy with its own existence And I wonder in bewilderment How are we all that different?

My footsteps weigh heavy upon the timber floorboards  of this ancient house. It gets really quiet at night, the silence screams in my ear. Echoes remanent… haunting in the distance. Emptiness feels heavy and dark. Full of regrets and dense with secrets. Sometimes it is…

I open the creaky porch door and march outside with vigor A warm, humid wind bursts onto face and tiring times await The long and coarse grass hails my arrival Its spiny ends prickle my heels and brush my toes I feel the dew on…

Brightness Beautiful and indescribable colors Greens, blues, reds Joy, laughter, smiles How do I even begin… The journey The living hell Life without sight It has been indescribably difficult Disgust, hatred My wish was death But now Now I want to be that light The…

Cardinal on my doorstep Sing your song to me Make light of all my worries And dance amongst the leaves Blue skies of Summer Shine your light upon me Cast away the gloominess Ever near and haunting me Gentle breeze of June Kindly caress my…

Fifth Hour The Shapes I’m In If you know me, you know the shape I am in. Like a square, I can be one-dimensional, flat and unimpressive – reclusive.I can appear one-faceted, boxed in. Alone and exclusive. My square days don’t define me, But it…

It is so different Our lives have changed so much One day we are strangers Now the day is dull without you You bring light into my life You shine through the darkness that surrounds me We are nowhere near perfect Our imperfections create struggles…

Third Hour Letter to the Generations Dear New and Coming Generations, Baby Boomers, Millennials, Generation X. What will be your legacy, your history, your next? Will your mark on this planet bare fruit, or seeds of  destruction? Who will lead the nations, what standards need…