Seeing through the eyes of others

poetry and writings based on the truth of life. Everyone sees through their own lenses. Trade glasses with someone else and view your world…and theirs. I write personal, I write upon request and not limited to one area, genre, or style

failure

  • With but one…

    Here I sit, whole yet broken. I once could fly, I once could soar,I once could reach heights unknown.I once could do so much more than now but with one wing left, I am hurt; I am alone. I can breathe, I can see, I can speak, and I can hear, yet I cannot reach… Read more

  • Grief, Stages, Truth, why?

    There are no five stages of grief. The stages you heard of or read were written for people who are dying, not for those left behind. I am from Oklahoma, where the land is steady and wide, yet nothing in me felt steady after that five months, six days, twenty hours, and forty minutes ended… Read more