Feeling trapped, in that state of in-between.
More musings on growing up.
A seasonal, free form poem!
Life can and will change you.
First day of March, which in many places counts as a spring month. Finally! 🙂
Starting to sense a bit of a theme with my poetry right now. 😛
Dedicated to all of you who are fighting the good fight out there.
Some musings in acrostic form.