The Calm
After the storm,
We realise the things we lost,
Not those we didn’t.
storms
A Monochromatic Ballet
A monochromatic soul, in a world of grey, Tries to dance, to shuffle, in their own way. Conversations swirl, but they cannot see…
Read MoreThe raging storm
A storm rages inside,
Rains of regret and clouds of anger…
The breeze of joy has died;
With each storm, my brooding is longer.