Poems from Tracie Ortaliz
time has no meaning
it is the same as it was
so long ago. The tender age
passing and ripened to what
may be our perfection.
We truly...
At the moment it was the same
the perfect scenario, fitting in
the life of two to become one
it’s shattered like class dropped
it hits...
My Box
The look, its there
for none to see
but me.
The way it is
I can not bear
The darkness is
for keeps.
Crumbling the ...
The Pew
Sitting in the pew at church you reached over and held my hand. When you did this HOPE is what I felt.
I felt hope that my...
The longing in my bosom
is not bolder than the
meekness that is there.
I am trapped by it.
there is no key to
my prison just the
lock I...