Rah Times

Writings that are written with intent, a purpose, To inform and enlighten. Yet, some find her pen frightening. A sigh, nod and grin, acceptance, but no comments. Injustice done to her and others. Needs not be repeated, her aim, To expose wrong doing. Knew her when she was younger. she observed but never said a word. She now addresses difficult issues, Others pretend they don’t exist. Dance around topics. Recognized for advancement, One cannot be so straight forward. She insists for change, She must, until …. The world discovers her truth. She momentarily lies buried in frustration. A different generation will comprehend, What the present and previous could not grasp. Buy my book of poems here by clicking this link.

Home, the place I wish to be. There I’ll attain rest, experience peace, support, and not feel afraid. The wind chimes would be welcoming. It would be saturated with happiness. Wish it could be by Christmas. But know it won't be, am still searching. Promised myself, I’ll find a place. It will be perfect for me. Those who turned their backs, cursed me, will not place their feet on my door mat. That will be my gift to me. Purchase my book of poems by selecting this link