Sitting on the pillars of creation
From Disarm to Reflection
All these pieces of me
My honesty
My dark
The rain
My heart
The pain
My light
In these things I write
No rules but my own
But these lines have shown
I don’t do it alone
Its the real that reveals
When I’m blocked with delays
Its not always
What I feel
But what’s real
With nothing but obstacles
Like shimmers in a pond
Unstoppable
As they echo along
At its epitome
It’s those around me
That bring me back
Give some clarity
Whether under attack
Or in a hole
They are what I know
What helps me heal
And that’s real
Poetry