Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

And not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now.

Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths.