Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
Let us fall
Although children we may no longer be
In this skin torn, old, and wrinkly
Again and again
Like the seeds falling from a tree
Birthed from death
Oh what a strange thing to see
My drifting soul becoming me
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee