A creature of the war, you areTo kill with such audacity, And prey on me, I must deploreShows lack of your sagacity
My heart is but a fishing bobber:Pallid and crimson, split in color.When casted from pole, to sea, or lakeor pond, perhaps. Floating uneasy atop the drift, To billow in ripple; bobbing over forgotten wakes. To reel it in would be a lost causeBecause one would save a thing if it were drowningBut for what? For what?To saveContinue reading “My Heart”
First,you start with a sketch of an ignorant prejudice of who I am.Then, add my experiences and life lessons I’ve learned.Apply my talents, my strengths, and the shadows of my weaknesses. Define my strong sense of self, pride, and individuality. Blend them in imperatively with my experiences.Lock in a stable home-life and an optimistic perspective on life.