Poem about abject poverty.

A poem about the winding road of life.

Something to think about for the use of ketchup. I wander what else ketchup can do.

Although I am facing losing my job I am going to keep my pride by acting a lady and rising above it.

Reflections of time, moments spent with the Lord.

I roam, a thousand miles from nowhere, yet grasping onto reality of myself. I know I exist, even though I may appear lost…

Changing direction in life and taking a different path.

Poem.

Poem.

A poem of the ghost of Eleanor. A young woman that was locked in her room untill her death at the age of 20.