Blog: Musings of Mary
Articles, Storytelling, and Poetry.
A Place of Honor
Wound so tight,
the core is hidden,
the outside is strong,
no one can penetrate it.
Stronger Than That
I should have seen that coming
but somehow I let my glasses get fogged
with a fuzzy full-of-supposed-dreams cloth.
You Earthquake
The dream squashers are everywhere,
ready with their steel toed boots
to stomp all over the stars in your eyes.