They cast the first stone
from behind saber tooth
of decay.

The merry-go-round

dances on its wheels, swinging --


around its axis.

Healing starts with
gentle grace.
By finding peace in your
own pace.
Love yourself,
let your fears unwind.
And trust will bloom in time,
refined.

We are forever alive, just one day will be physically deceased.

The smells, the charm, the love, and thee harm, shall go a great way even after death and the upbringing of grandchildren.

The words you spoke, the risks you took, and the lives you changed, are forever stories now, but were once reality and shall forever remain true. You may be taken by death but, you will forever be in my heart and my memory.

A loner, outcast like me.
On the periphery