sober poem

In The Wrong Arms

The lamplight dimly spread to the corners of the room, where shadows hide and appear in our faces and cover our bodies. I only took quick glances at his face, I do not think I looked into his eyes, not knowing if they were blue, brown, or green. Read More

chains break and ray of sunshine


The shackles and chains softly rattle Constraints so quiet yet debilitatingly strong. My soul hums a silent and haunting song, A war cry defenseless and fortified, the internal battle. Read More