Free from Resolutions

Keep looking forward
Resist backward obsession
Growth is my focus

Leadership

Stare into their souls
Nurture to magnificence
Grasping their true being

Barren

You rage against me
Simply because I exist.
Windswept barren sand.

Within the heart

Strange torturous song
Delight, anguish born anew
Without it we die.

Evening

Upon evening’s curves
Attention drifts longingly
Over her dark eyes