Poems from jslup
My hand shakes as I write.
Lines and curves.
Quivering like a crisp leaf,
as the calm before the storm dissipates.
I have so. Many....
These bones are weak.
They are frail and wispy.
They are fractured,
snapping as they break.
I don't have a problem with placing the blame....
You fear what you don't understand.
But then you learn the language and discover what you've missed.
Like a child looking at a legendary...
What's done is done.
But, as sure as sunrise and set, my day will come.
As certain as the changing colors of autumn.
As definite as the...