Dedicated to the one who catches my breath and strokes my heart to slumber sleep.

You never get used to an absent loved one.

After a trauma…

The fight for cotinued Recovery, from Crack, PCP, and Booze.

I hope you understand how much I love you.

People react differently to grieving people.

Even the sea weeps over the broken.

I think a story is brewing in my mind about the Black Witch.

Title.

A poem describing our non stop world.