Through the glass-like walls of her prison she can see clearly the stasis of her existence. Shielded in her solitary confinement, self-erected and protected, she nonetheless feels the pain and the sadness. Like the upturned hour glass, she will drain with time, until all that remains is her empty heart.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Well written Leysa!!
Love Tinka