Dove

peace has been broken.

scenery

the ocean is at peace in the morning.

coffin

the fog like a coffin white.

ephemeral

she blinked – once, twice, thrice – from naive eleven to lying in white rooms,her star burnt out,Death welcomed her with open arms.

white swan reborn

feathers of a white swanpainfully torn away,left crumpled in the dirt. purity and goodnesswhipped awayby cruel overseers till only bare flesh,hanging in strips,remains. and the sun hides behind mountains,clouds snuff out the moon and starstill only darkness remains and when daylight comes again a black swan is born

shades of color

the shades of color –prejudices,perceived disgust –which rule our worldbreak and bind our hearts. black and white,shades in between,define our limits – our cages – forever chainedto damaged stereotypesthat muffle our shouts. spectrum of rainbowsbright and vibrantof soulful truth – of personal truth – dulled by grey skiesthreatening to rainand drown out beauty. blue and