Mother deer teaches fawn and man of the destructive nature of mankind.

A poem of not knowing.

A poem, reflecting my childhood.

As human beings, we are entitled to shape our lives on the basis of freedom of individualism. The quint essence of democracy is the courage of conviction that propels progress in diverse areas of life, elevating our spirit, while binding relationships, as well as freely implementing the use of human resources that are essential for growth and development.

We’ve all heard the stories about elderly women who keep too many cats in a tiny space. We write them off as lonely or a little “tetched”, but what if there were another reason….

People with rage and revenge find it hard to control their temper.

A poem about the darker side of a person.

It’s hard to be heard the way we need to be.

This is about how sometimes while in relationships, we allow the other person to consume us, and we lose our own identity in the process.

I wrote this last year. Take from it what you will.