do not be daunted savage, this life unruly, feral I try to contain it no luck it punches— death, diagnosis misunderstanding unexpected, sudden what saves is light slipping through tree trunks finding trillium hidden in leaves crow cawing high in the canopy song as the stream cascades
Perfect
awwww....
Powerful. Thanks for sharing your gift with words.💕P
Thanks, Patrice!
Poem’s reflection,
raw, real, restorative still?
Haunted, undaunted.
Thank you, Marisol.
Yes. How eloquently put.