Inspires a young man’s mind to
Painful confessions
Relative and past
I share with him
The sound of my own pain
He holds his head in woe
Of worldly conversations
Don’t go, he says
I am only wandering
We dance on the edge
With our sisters and brothers
Our toes teasing gravity
Our arms entwined
Unhappy homes
Lead us
Outside
Of ourselves
To each other
Your poetry has always been an inspiration to me. It comes from the heart and that is the source of all great poetry. It doesn’t have to ryhmn, it has to present a message. ALL of your works does exactly that. Lov’ya
You’re the BEST! Heart, J@M