Calling

There is no stutter in the words that I write There is little fear not even a fight   I feel I say I scream From mountain tops indented phrases elapsed in thought   No holding back Once silent murmurs The light of day they see Words formerly unheard of   No coward stance behind … Continue reading Calling

I’ll Know When I Get There

I've overcome some obstacles, some big, some little; they varied in facets and depths. During the storm I ask why has it rained on my parade. . .how did I get stuck in quicksand. . .why, why, WHY didn't things go according to plan? I have learned so many things from these unsolicited obstacles that … Continue reading I’ll Know When I Get There