Gazing across the city at night,
I see the brightness of your light.
With eyes to the sky, I ask, why?
Wondering, what might … ?
Had we not taken frantic flight.
Wondering
Writer & Poet
Gazing across the city at night,
I see the brightness of your light.
With eyes to the sky, I ask, why?
Wondering, what might … ?
Had we not taken frantic flight.
Freelance Writer
Literary Goals:
- To revive an interest in the literary arts in modern society
- To use the written word as a voice of liberation for survivors of abuse
- To use literature as a means of awareness and healing for trauma survivors
My Unshackled Mind 
Leave a Reply