To change them The old paradigms Anachronisms.. To enter a gate to All things new.. An inflexion point And portal to a more Welcoming World.. A point of Enough.. Is it coming..? Or are We already There...?
She preserved all the memories in every corner of her frozen heart that when she melts she cries a river full of pain from what she held on for so long.
Death’s visit is the warmest— An unbidden guest—entered the room Quite gently He sat at my bedside— A close quarter few had come— Then I followed His lead— his serrated fingers Never asked where he would take me For I knew His realm well enough To walk past all the strange shadows