As the dust falls from a pen petrified by potential, the veil slowly lifts from an aging heart.
The mind has become this cold place consumed by desolation.
I feel like a stranger in a place that was once a sanctuary.
It does not really matter how warm it is outside, a house is not a home without love kindling the fire from within.
In the absence of light, a pandemic of darkness reigns.
I was afraid there was nothing left before a breath touched the dying embers that remained in the recesses of a forgotten heart.
And my heart did what hearts do: fan the flames of love.
It is time to rise!
Inspiration once more beckons and a world awaits ready to greet the dawn of a promising day.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Heart Calls Out To The Mind & The Soul Listens
PoesiaA collection of poems relaying a journey of inspiration from the early days of a poet's awakening to the present time and everything in between.
