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)
Crawling out of the dark cave where I tend to hide
I hear noises
I see light
I force myself to open my eyes
I take it all in
As the tree branches dance
The creatures big and small put me in a trance
I gain my lost smile
I once loved this place
It’s like a familiar face that I cannot remember
Someone I lost one cold December
But the leaves are turning green
And so it seems that I must put the past behind
I can no longer choose to be blind
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee