Daily Archives: November 17, 2016
0126 Too Little [29 November 1997]
Author’s note: Sometimes I read my poetry and just have to smile in amusement. This one was written with a Southern belle/Regency woman point of view. Why must you be so dashing? For in a single moment, You take away … Continue reading
0125 Why? [26 November 1997]
Why do I feel scared? How do I go on? No matter where I turn, I am always behind. Reality isn’t what you perceive, Just what is given to you. How do you learn? Through experience. But experience isn’t what … Continue reading
0124 Who am I? [26 November 1997]
Who am I? I am lost, Confused, Frustrated. Why is my path Difficult? How is it I became the trailbreaker? For this road, I follow Has never been traveled before, Now or ever. I frequently Question my existence. And I … Continue reading
Song in the Silence 