Poems from KkJones

It is my safe haven. The place in which my soul retreats To relax To recharge To think. It allows me to ponder And wonder And express...
Iceland. I’m pretty relaxed And at the same time Northern lights. High maintenance sweet pea. Face mask. I associate it with childhood...
I look in the mirror And do not recognize The reflection Which stares back at me directly. Who have I become? She is not who she once was...
Home is where I rest My head at night Such a fickle word It seems to change all the time   I’ve gotten used to The shifting The packing Up...