short-story

The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem

I thought my aspiration was a distant country so far flung; that it was almost a never-never land That there were so many boundaries and walls between, that I was bound to be incarcerated somewhere as a trespasser. And should I spend my waning years imprisoned and despairing that there are no destinations to reach; to embrace the birdsContinue reading “The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem “