the winter gods bring the rain this birthday
Tag: creative writing
dead fish at the bottom of tank full of tears
all is grey and yet a tiny ember thrives
the voice leads us from dream to reality
berth the soul to body as we enter this realm
frail body humbled by the virus
the connection to the cosmos is lost
the color of silence: a shade of light grey
somewhere in the zen garden heavy breathing
find myself in a room with enough light to pray
