A poem about a child who is abused, and describes the abuse as a storm and how they’re caught within it.

Free verse poetry. If you’d like to call it that.

About a storm.

A midnight thunderstorm haiku.

I wondered why this light wasn’t working….

Short poem about not being able to see or understand what the future held for me as I approached my graduation day. And how unsure and insecure I was feeling in those days. Poem was a release of expression for the need of a strong leading force in my life.

Just Two Very Cool Pictures I Took Keep In Mind There Was No Photo shop Involved Just The Way The Shadowing And Lighting Was On The Tree I Only Took two Pics Though Thinking Of It Now I Should Have Taken Way More.

Describing an encounter of a tornado.

Haiku.

I had not yet seen the room in daylight, it was not what I had expected (lighting is everything)…