Poem: A Forest, Untouched. As shepherds of the earth, it is ours to care for, not to own.
A poem about how quickly our fear turns to anger: our anger to hate. And we're left with regret.
Flash Poetry Vol. 1. A collection of poetry first written on my Twitter account.
We are all looking at Spring with a different perspective. We social distance ourselves from each other, but perhaps there are certain thoughts we should be social distancing from as well.
The expectations of younger generations give way to harsh recognition. The world is just not what we were told it would be.
We’ve all had those nights where our minds will not rest. Where our thoughts multiply our concerns and we end up with no sleep. This poem is a reflection of that unhelpful situation.