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)
The child within smiles at the toys I see
The child within is happy to be me
Fascinated by the street lights and the sounds of the sirens that she’s only heard on TV
She wished this for me
The child within got me as far as she could
And now she smiles
Watches my life unfold as it should
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee