A watchful eye hopeful, lingering through the night on grayed hair falling, landing unexpected, invasive Heavy steps in creaking hallways Sagging skin draped from tired eyes The pale rider catches my gait, sees me lurking bitterly in the shadows He stops, observes then carries on…

Hi all! My name is Marissa Wolfe. I am a native to the foothills of South Carolina, a wife, a mother of two, and of course, a writer. This is my first poetry marathon and I am very excited. While poetry is my first love,…