if you're not owning your life, someone else is
For what feels like an eternity, I've been grappling with whether I have anything of substance to share beyond my first novel. Will it be an indulgent rant of self-pity, or will it honour the human struggle? Am I invested in it the way I was with the first novel? Or is the tedious repetition [...]
Sullen heartTainted soulExhausted spiritFar from homeA journey longA stranger loneBroken promisesForgotten bones Cryptic poetry from a cryptic soulFor each to takeWhat echoes with their own...Photo credit : Adobe Stock #authorsofinstagram #poetry #spilledink
The saddest scene for me has always been the abandoned park bench.It echoes with profound intensity the pervasive isolation that too many experience, but too few reveal.There is a shame that is carried upon the broken wings of abandonment that anchors us in that space between wanting to create beauty in this world, while believing [...]