Poetry you write when you are sick.

Not every prayer can get answered.

Giving and receiving nothing back and the feelings that can come out of that.

Poem about a purple plum tree….

Being used….

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A journey through head injury with life starting anew at an older age. This is an excerpt of my new, un-published, book Drug Trip. It explains what happened on that snowy night, along with new unanticipated experiences.