The past Stories

Glancing in the rearview mirror at the years behind me, looking at what disappears when I go around a bend or up a hill then down and the past is gone until I stop to look back at the choices that I’ve made and listen to the voices rising in me when I sit still in the dark, my headlights off, the gearshift in park, and I remember wondering which way to go when I didn’t have a map or know where I was or where to turn and n...

The trappings of my heart Devour me to be A woman who succumbs To her feelings free And in that intensity I question myself About my past, future and present. For all I see is a smokescreen in front And the silhouette of the knight Riding the horse He looks so calm and content To be him Yet I sense a pain within Is he just passing by Or approaching me I do not know and The doubt disturbs me For all I fear I will be hurt a...