The pink spills into the sky, I, one with it, a comfort nigh. The coffee, chilled by the wind, reddening my cheeks, biting my lips. The...

You cannot steal our power. Leader - we devour. A flower blooms within the cracks, its beautiful scent ignites. Under the moonlight, we...

Months have passed. Snow crunches softly beneath my feet. Trees are gloomy, tears falling from their branches, winter has stripped their...

This poem is titled  "The Truth."  It's inspired by my own recent health struggles, though it speaks to anyone grappling with elusive...