Underneath The Skin

There are times when we look back. We see burdens strapped to our backs. The capacity for vision can’t be found. So we must put both feet on the ground. But what I see as the day creeps slowly by, at times softness can sustenance not supply. So I tear out my cordially met manners….

The Perfect Pill

Pushing past noise, presently I’m poised. I gathered myself after what I’ve felt. The desert I roamed before I came home. There an oasis lit the past, I faced it. I’m deshevled grey, from paths astray. I looked inward front and centered. From what I let pass via my sweat. The clamor on, my skin…