This World may not read nor heed,
neither sing nor dance in resonance
to my poems, things I write
from my heart, my soul, my mind.
I don’t need to control, manipulate,
appease nor please, ingratiate…



This World may not read nor heed,
neither sing nor dance in resonance
to my poems, things I write
from my heart, my soul, my mind.
I don’t need to control, manipulate,
appease nor please, ingratiate…



On to new adventures-
things and people left behind,
hopes and dreams left behind,
some realized and some denied…


Moving on, I carry treasures in me.
I’ve written this poem in a break from sorting ‘stuff’.













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