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)
There was a shift in consciousness A change in view The monster was a man Holding a gun at you You were the duck that landed Trusting when you should’ve flew Now you are back to your body Not knowing what to do Maybe I am the monster and the victim Or just consciousness floating…
How did the sculptor know There’s a woman hidden in the stone There’s a life, yet to be born ?