Poem

Day 297: Ugly Duckling

  I always wonder if she found peace when she became a swan. If the other ducks finally saw the value or if for all her struggle, her transformation, she remained an unwanted "other." Would she have traded her snow white feathers for the earthen connection of brown. Her song for a quack, because what… Continue reading Day 297: Ugly Duckling

Free verse, Poem

Day 63: Diamonds

Weight bears down, An unbearable pressure, Of breathless flights. Trapped within my mind, Shifting mazes, tilting floors, Chasing Cronos through closing doors. Withering hand struggle To hold loving connections, Mosaic memories refracted in light. Sacrifice and passion Collide in transition Transformation found in sparks. Brilliant diamonds of fiery will, Icy polish of bright minds, Radiant… Continue reading Day 63: Diamonds