Inner peace. Sounds nice doesn’t it
To be the calm amid a storm, instead of the actual storm
To be the relief you so desperately seek
Poetry Series: Not Far Gone
I remember my demons too well
Their power; their force
Their reach stretched beyond what I could ever imagine
And bolted past what I could feel
With my lack of discipline, they overpowered my world
And prevented the sun’s rising each day
For they thrived in the darkness
Poetry Series: The Traveler
The traveler is haunted from behind the looking glass. A reality so familiar, it blurs with each touch
Poetry Series: Surrender and Release
I go deeper. And open the doors to my imagination. For it’s here I feel at peace. I bathe in the golden light.
Poetry Series: The Unknown
I go deeper. And open the doors to my imagination. For it’s here I feel at peace. I bathe in the golden light.
Poetry Series: Children of the Wild
The darkness accumulates. As hatred strikes down. Faster, harder in the night…