Incubus

Deeply personal
Do I dare share with others
Demons in my head

A beautiful morn
gives way to anxiety
not a cause in sight

The Song of Right and Wrong

Venom or support
Their words impact me wholly
Intentions unknown

I'm shot down in pain
The sting last forever more
Wounded; a slow death

Encouraging words
lift my spirits high, I soar
on gossamer wings

My dream: a sapling
needs to be nurtured to grow
tended carefully

Oh thank you my dear
you bring my heart such delight
on many levels