I waited in this field
of white
to be found
and told I matter.
No one came.
My body died.
I stopped waiting
and freed my spirit,
to walk
and discover
and live.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
I waited in this field
of white
to be found
and told I matter.
No one came.
My body died.
I stopped waiting
and freed my spirit,
to walk
and discover
and live.