Truth Be Told…

True to the tune that flows from freeing feelings that I feel let commence healing. I delve to the depths that never reach surface; where eyes can see for those who hurt us. I feel the ever fleeting air leave as I begin rise. Panic pillages my lungs when I find I don’t hide. So…

Hands Of Time

The past it can haunt; making feet drag in mud. Destructing destinations possessing light of love. I linger in memories I struggle to look ahead. If my feet they move not I fear my heart is dead. The scepter I’ve made, forged from remembering, has soiled my humility stayed newness entering. What am I if…