While In Solace

Times, every now and then, I wrestle for time to begin in solitude where I am in so I might look deep within. In silence I can hear clear echos of what I hold dear. They reverberate so near where in my heart appears. To make sense of sound where alone I have found, to…

An Asp’s Destination

Which willowing path will you traverse today? My forlorn aspiring asp, which doctrine convey? For entangling briars, that tend rip at the skin, are found in hedge mazes when lying it does begin. It makes a soul squirm uncomfortably awkward. Lying mouths brabble, lashing with harsh words. Is the truth more than you could possibly…