
Well, would you?

Well, would you?
Poem #1 for #OctPoWriMo Floating on the morning’s silent calm, in the gentle moments before dawn. A stillness…
Under a starlit sky, land of a forgotten day now lays Full moon illumination, shows a rocky path…
 Sometimes the scars are angry. Sometimes they scream. Sometimes the scars will bleed. Sometimes they whisper. Sometimes the…
“I’m just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh, Lord please don’t let me be misunderstood.” ~The Animals
That is often where the whispered answers are found. #JustBelieve
reaching out, desperate surrounded but feeling left out again alone and cold into the shadows begins the drift…