Poems from Willow Kirk
We all have reasons.
Some decide to fall in line
to grow up and away from
criminals beneath us.
And some decide to become them.
Choosing is...
Another day,
Another fight,
Another long
and sleepless night.
The promise was there of peaceful time,
but time was gone and hurt was mine...
The future is a flower
not a dying dandelion or a wild plant that sprouts in bursts
but a rose
a morning blossom
a carnation
a singular...