A gift of listening –
Listening to my own laughter,
To the mere friend I locked away deep within,
But searched for afar –
Just to be lost,
Not knowing the the touch of my own heart,
And keeping it less burdened with shame,
Of being the voice of so many others yet I now don’t recognize their name,
I hid and did love the attention that…read more

This was an ill without cure,
It was that low empty voice hugging seclusion as I hid more and more in its arms of lure,
There – it was on the play field of my memory, just yanking me through it’s torture,
Could I share, know, love or yearn for anything but this unveiling failure of a future?
I could bear me for just a nano second before calling…read more