Merry-Go-Round

On a merry-go-round of perception on a tall prancing, painted horse, Shifting patterns of movement and thoughts are fleeting swiftly by, Recesses of memories, flying by with odd faces, I try to stay the course. Tightening my grip on leather straps, I can remember those days gone by, A small, speedy heart is pumping, as … Continue reading Merry-Go-Round

THE LIE

A thing that grows and stings the soul, Of the ears in which it lands.Pain ruptured wound now reopened, Doubt begins to wonder once again.How does it so easily slide right off, The tip of that self-righteous tongue!Once verbalized it floats about in space, You can't deny or ignore its strength, It tugs and breaks … Continue reading THE LIE

My Wrath

Lips pucker and brows wrinkle as he stares.Anger burrows in deep erasing his kind features.Borne is this unsummoned yet familiar creature,From the inferno of my own unrestrained wrath.Stinging remarks racing from my impertinent gateway,Chilling his heart and granting birth to my sin and guilt. by Joni 6/19