(written 17/01/23) Winter reigns. Ice forms in my veins. Numb. It relieves my pain. Spring arrives. Hope renews. Plant new seeds. I no longer bleed. Summer shines. I feel alive. Autumn falls. The leaves turn brown. And so, again, I lose my ground. Life is an endless cycle of growth, then pain. But what weContinue reading “Numb”
In the Shadow of my Pen 