


Our shapes are soft. Our edges round. The boxes will morph, and keep us bound. They will push…
Shadows Where we often hide Shadows Where our fears reside Shadows Where the dark lives inside Light…
I didn’t understand it then, but I understand it now… that pain and hurt is part of life…
the summer solstice disturbs my soul raining sunshine from dawn to dusk even hidden behind the cloak of…

A revised poem, rewritten from the original in 2014. You can view that poem, No Colors Here on…