On the Threshold by which I stand…

I will grow. On the threshold by which I stand… I will learn. On the threshold by which I stand… I will listen. No more, no less, I have done enough. On the threshold by which I stand I refuse to criticize the absence of extreme. On the threshold by which I stand… Sometimes IContinue reading “On the Threshold by which I stand…”

Burnt eyes and restored vision

Bereft of all your comfortsYou’ve caviled every last emberArdent enough to survive. Every burden bound to your bosomDiffuses throughout the skyMuddled with ash and mist.You aren’t who you thought you would be. Your kneesThis alterConvoluted with the other. It’s lonely here, onlyCracks and their companions.I’m exposed out here, exposing theCrumbled path crusted to my bareContinue reading “Burnt eyes and restored vision”