Tears stream down ever so freely — salty and tart
for grey clouds are my life’s emblem
October’s Special
Rain or Shine
My Mother
I come home weeks after graduating at the top of my class to find my mother staring intently at her home screen. Mouthing words, she says carefully, “Give…
Redemption
I was broken Hurt Hopeless Guilt raided my thoughts Fear tore at my heart I was a slave to myself. Just when I was drowning in the sea…
Omo mi . . .
Omo mi, There will come a time, When the darkness that has been behind you for so long will overtake you and engulf you. Like a blanket on…