All the While the Storms

We sat in circles under the tin roof of the old man's cottage Playing games and laughing well after the setting of the sun The wooden tables and chairs creaked Under the weight of our merriment The candles flickered From our breath like wind from a torn balloon There was not a head in the … Continue reading All the While the Storms →

For I Do Not Walk in Solitude

Most days I stand tall Facing the rising sun With the breeze in my hair And a gentle hum Eminating from my heart Assured of my purpose And ready To face each new challenge That arises With an optimistic drive And a passion for living But then there come Days like the blackest night In … Continue reading For I Do Not Walk in Solitude →