The Balcony is the gateway.
As the sun rises, the third eye can see.
The breath is released, with the tide of the sea.
The twilight is hued, with pinks, blues and a soft glow.
The moon gazes on as it sits in the sky with the star of all stars winking by his side.
BINABASA MO ANG
Life Interrupted
PoetryI am a wife, mom of 3 under 6, sister to 3 siblings, and an attorney. Originally from Pennsylvania, I moved to South Carolina when I was 15. Life feels disjointed and suffocating lately. This story is my journey to turn things around by changing onl...
