Despair

Self Portrait #1

Abject

A Poem

I wish I would take the opportunities as they come,

Birthright

Last night I awoke

To a thought, a memory

False Hopes

Brief thaw after long, deep frost.
An ambush for chilled cheeks and toes.

Hope springs eternal

Hope is the push
that opens the door
Hope is the step
into the unknown
Hope is the pull 
from grief to relief

Uncaring Toxic Bureaucracy Strikes

To care for him who shall have borne the
battle and for his widow, and his orphan.
 — Lincoln…