Hands of Control
Poem Each day I wake I wake with good intent Each day I wake I seek simple goodness Each day I live I live in a crazy swirl Each day given away I live...
Tagged: cry
Soraya’s Annual
Haibun I receive a call from AnaMaria. A family awaits me outside 282. I head to the office suite to meet them. Only they aren’t the family I’m expecting. I swallow, open the door...
Shed a Tear
Poem No, I’m not afraid to admit that I’ll always shed a tear when my life is broken, when the world is dark, and there is no hope at all. I’ll always cry...
