I know the secrets you keep.

A "dream" I had a while ago – even though it felt real as ever.

I have dreams like this a few times a year. Very rare. Not the "room" part, but the feeling I get at the end. The paralyzation part.

You are my rock.

This poem is about an unremembered childhood and a loss of identify because of this.

A gentle giant.

For Him.

You can’t run away forever.

Chapter two of Punsihment.

I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.