THE MONTH I DREAD MOST.

I remember the chill of that fateful month,
when autumn’s decay mirrored my grief.
Dad, I was there by your side
as you took your final, fragile breath
our eyes met one last time,
a silent farewell etched in pain.

March’s winds now carry echoes
of a love I can no longer hold,
each day reo…Read More

MY PEN. { inspired by @oloriebioloriebi }

My pen, my voice, my soul’s release
The instrument of my deepest thoughts, my heart’s wild peace
It dances on the page, a symphony of ink and fire
As I pour out my emotions, my dreams, my highest desire.

With every stroke, a piece of me takes flight
A fragment of my essence, a spark of light
My…Read More