Lone seed,
nestled in the dirt.
Calling for rain to soothe
its parched skin.

Lone seedling,
finding foothold...
To brave billowing gusts
that threaten its conviction.

Lone tree,
rooted deep.
Set in its ways.
Change is but dream.

Lone fruit,
falls to the earth.
Defenseless and vulnerable.
Bearing the promise of
life and change
within feeble flesh.

Lone purpose.
To learn, embody
and pass on
the baton of possibilities
so that change...

Comes to fruition.

My work is raw
Edited (mostly)
I type on my phone
Let my fingers work it’s magic
I write because I love it
My imagination runs wild
From happy to sad
To anger and despair
From real to fantasy
To my life and the world
This is what’s its my head
Again, raw and unedited writings..

THIS IS ME...