A collection, mostly of poetry, occasionally of story snippets and ideas, put out into the world to garner an audience, interest and creative critiques
Monday, September 23, 2013
Her Gaze
I meet her gaze
Steady, with my own
And I pray she doesn't waver
For at this time
She is my rock
My foundation in this world
Without that steady gaze
Holding mine
I would tailspin into dispair
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