“ I am a butterfly poetbirthed from painflying with the freedomof my verses. ”
Foggy nights bring some comfort.He can get lost in the mistand there is no one to stare or question.
~ Susie Clevenger
How do I learn to speakwhen silence is all I know?
But the walls of my resolvemortared with stubbornnesshave been breached by circumstancesI cannot handle alone.
Let me live my final days whole.Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.Life don't unwrap me to be fed to scavengers.I want to escape into light - not exist in darkness.
