Unyielding
You want to write meinto your lines,but I refuse to rhyme. You want to mold meout of clay,but I will not yield. You want to sketch mein thick, charcoal strokes,but my form remains elusive. You are a perfectionist,but I am…
Month February 2017
Metamorphosis
I am hanging by a thread –outside, a solid shellformed against the world. Inside –inside I am liquid. I am everchanging.I am rearranging. I am suspended in afluid, in-between stateof not this, not yet that. Complete breakdown.Complete withdrawal. Desperately hoping…