
When they come, and they will as sure as the turning of the earth, what will you do with your own dark, faulty, memories?Â

When they come, and they will as sure as the turning of the earth, what will you do with your own dark, faulty, memories?Â
Into the deep darkness we hide Gripping the wings of fear we ride The light is unafraid to…
Question: Do you truly believe what you say you truly believe? Throughout my life at different times I…

2020 has been a troubling year for all, some more than others. Do you need some support and…
Your love, like a sparkling diamond shooting across the dark blue curtain of night; it shattered the darkness…
Shadows Where we often hide Shadows Where our fears reside Shadows Where the dark lives inside Light…
Sharing another poem from the recent writing challenge to my writing group at work to write a…