Sometimes loneliness is not a poverty of love,a great love lost,nor the absence of companionship Yet the heart whimpers as the persistent disquiet gnaws deep canyons of despairA heart too big to fill with all the love it has to give … Continue reading →

Sitting uncertain and afraid Longing for solid ground All my best plans laid Bare, rendered mute, no sound Fear unchained: distilled, pure, concentrated.