Nov 23, 2022
1 min read
Darts
A free verse poem
We are never ready for the
things life hands us.
We can say we are, but are
we really?
Sometimes, we’re all talk — chests
puffed with air, ready to
deflate at the right moment.
“soliloque” came to me in a dream. It is a space for my thoughts; both personal & private. Are you listening? Can you hear me?
