Fall

I fell withered to the floor And laid there forever more Seasons come and seasons go Leaves blow across the window I thought me dead How could I know? With words unsaid I let me go

Trauma’s Cradle

Here is another poem from my journal that I wrote years ago: I saw darkness spread beyond its gates And flow into the world of light. I saw pain descend from its perch And cover the lands of peace. I saw evil spread its wings And stretch its shadow over us all. I saw all…