Which path to take?
The time comes
when it doesn’t matter anymore
If I don’t, I won’t accomplish what I want.
Have we behaved so horribly we’ve made you hide your face?Never wanting to see us again, never…
In time of rest I cannot find quietfrom my mind’s questions and torments
A Poem about my 3-year old son
Words pushed behind a wallof stone and masonry,shut up and dammedso no one can ever see
He called me Ma’amwhen I was walking through the door