Outcast. i blame the fates that began my course, a destiny shackled at first breath, born of a fleeting touch on a shadowed night, behind bars shiny in places where hands gripped, my thoughts turn inward, carved into walls and…
Published Poem ‘Dare to be wise’ a gardenia breeds not in all hands, not everything is said. Wisdom is as mysterious as the rose-blue and as rare as the middle-mist red. Careful not to boast you’re wise, the walls…
Shine, my crown. I sat on the floor between her legs. She gently combs with a hand that guides hair complex journey, running…