What Women Are

To carry life to feel birth’s pain, while men stand so completely vain. I try imagining my place, my worth. While women cry bringing life in birth. When I feel less like a man, tender compassion gives strength’s hand. So I see now the best part of me, moments shared in a woman’s beauty. Give…

Farewell Darkness My Old Friend

I’m not always so clever; sometimes I seem a little cliché. Shall I go on pretending others will not beg question my ways? I wake in the dawn. I write while sipping coffee. How many more days, will there be until it stops me? A phantom entrenches me, saying my words are uninspired. When I…