words – a poet's confessional

security blanket

i am so used to have these little words tucked away in the dark in the dark where no one could see them, where i couldn’t be exposed and laid open they were a personal reflection when i needed them i am not sure why i decided to turn on the light in that darkContinue reading “security blanket”

future of fragility

my future is that of fragility one never center, one never set i wish for schooling for a decade, as strange as it may be because knowledge is my weapon and i will always wish to sharpen it then to be the teacher of those after of me of the weapon i have known becauseContinue reading “future of fragility”