This is a poem I wrote just today (February 6, 2012) about the anxiety of my days I have been juggling since I have been on "medical leave" from work, waiting for worker’s compensation to kick in.

This poem is about a person in the lowest rung of life.Yet,he is not disheartened by the situation and is positive that he can change the course of his life.

Where no one should go.

Poetry is for the moments when our hearts are too full for prose. Triond friends, family, world…after seven and a half long months, I get to go home!

This time is the best. You can make it. It will be all yours, because you have the time.

I’m trying a new, for me, poetry form. About work.

The education system faces problems of fairness. That is why sometimes the students are given a number instead of a name for their exams. Apparently, the name can influence a decision and it is not supposed to.

Just some of the story I have made.

This is a very powerful poem about a woman’s struggle. I have based this poem off many stories I have seen and heard of in my life, plus some basis off my childhood.

Another family.