When darkness creeps in to the
deepest recesses of my mind
and I find my peace of calm
which I hold so dear
starting to unravel,
I call upon my friends
old and new
to bring me ease and serenity
when my world is anything but that.
Women.
Those, us, wonderful creatures full
of the wisdom of life and love and death and
the truth of time.
Women.
The bearers of all things good as
well as bad therefore we see all sides.
Women.
Without whom I would still be lost.
Women.
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Visions of Ultraviolet
PoesiaA glimpse into my mind and soul. Sometimes dark, sometimes light. Various pieces of prose written in a variety of forms throughout my lifetime in no particular orderly fashion or timeline. I write them on the spot, take days or find them as I unpack...
