Even the wounded soul can sow deeply into a seeker’s heart.

You make your own prison of insecurity and doubt.

Break the chains that bind.

About letting go.

Suppression breaks.

This poem has words that connect to the word before it. In the end, the last word connects with the 1st one. Hope you enjoy!

About the frustration of how our freedom is restricted by rules.

A shadow moves in the forest, but she cannot tell if man or beast. She dares not speak, fear has spread through her now trembling body.

The state of America.

From the Hatred Kingdom, for those who were forgotten.