: About Me

STILL LIFE There is a wall of brick and stone, impervious, unending. There is a haunted, angry soul, silent, closed, unbending. There is a strait-coat binding fast to every dream and hope, And there is Disappointment's child, who clings a fraying rope. There is a coldness threatening a struggling seed that's growing, There is Rejection's steadfast wind, subtle and ongoing. But there's a life adjusting to a sliver of a portion: There is a spouse, a child, a home, a love without distortion. There is a quiet victory, a story never shared; For there is little to be gained from those who lightl...