• The Strings They Pull
     A poem dedicated to kids of narcissistic parents**   They call it love, they call it care,   But in their grip, you gasp for air.   A silen...
  • Echoes of stardust
    Born of fire, forged in light,   Drifting through the endless night.   Ancient stars that lived and died   Left their dust where we reside. ...
  • Invisible Battles
    In shadows deep where echoes hide, A heart beats soft, its pain denied. Unseen, unheard, the tears do fall, A silent cry, a muted call. ...