Angelic softness
Accentuates your playfulness...

Fluttering in futility
Trapped behind massive window panes...

In an unkind world ready to devour
I survived by camouflage...

A corridor is an in-between place
Either a waiting station or a passage...

Through eyes of the heart
You see me as I am...

Little Fingers
Tottering on conical tip markers...

Life is a meadow
Subdued with greenish brown attitudes...

I watch with care
How much you care...

Gracefully poised
Delicately barbed...

Letting myself loose
Of what I know...

For so long
I settled for less...

Snapshots through my mind
Trigger sorrow...