Slowly letting go of the pain
washing past's stain...

Under a blanket of words lies a forgotten story
Never able to show its face upon a ruled page...

Sky
blows...

A gush of memory floods my heart,
the magnitude of its force...

Mother is what she has always been to me
Over the years showing and teaching many a thing...

In the lap of nature
peace serenades...

Just
once my...

Rumors,
spread like fire...

Smile is a short walk before it strays
losing bits of joy each day...

When the sun awakes a new day
kissing each flower to bloom...

What we have...
is the tenderness of a snowflake...

Crippled
by your sharp tongue...