F I D E S

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Hurt

My eyes tell you all.

But, my soul knows how to lie.

I think I am done.

My Pen

It used to excite.

Each stroke pulling at heart strings.

Now it sits alone.

NaNoWriMo

Aggressive at start.

But soon the words escape me.

Will I ever win?

Writing Sober

A cure for blocked words.

When beer can do the mind right,

Why then write sober?

New Mother

Long nights and no sleep.

Watch you smile is my reward.

Love you more each day.