July 19, 2017

Lost my muse,
Lost my voice

Picking up the quill again,
Where I left off,
My choice.



July 11, 2017

Starting  over,
Picking pieces
To put together
A bouquet
Of my own

Independence is fragrant  
With excitement
and trepidation  

But this is my own
And I  will  own
this arrangement
As one picked
by and for
All that is essential
to me