Legacy on a blank page

How much latitude do we have in penning ourselves? How much is predetermined by us or by God? Legacy within my veins begs for release A stark blankness waits words To fill the unwritten pages of chapters yet to come with hope or tragedy solitude or love joy or pain   Is it a mere… Continue reading Legacy on a blank page

Circular Rooms

Trapped in circular rooms, sanity wobbles on  hollow stones   lucidly weaved stitches piece together  fragile frames of reference   round (w)holes with square pegs lived into place   monumental mental musings both alpine and obscure   towering fortitude with invisible shackles are my legacy    potentials captive in chaos are my life