SCARS 

Days and tears pass

enduring the time of not knowing

as I try to hide my scars and tell my story

I wonder...

do my scars define me?

Can they not haunt,

but give me strength t

o overcome regret?

What is the story I will tell?

THROUGH THE FOG  

Swimming outward,

through the fog

to the Land of Unknowing,

flowing, alone, seen and not seen,

approaching and questioning...

can I touch land 

I cannot see? 

Swimming inward...

what self do I claim,

or not?

And, in my dream,

the fog lifts its veil,

a landing emerges...

I feel the ground

and vow to make my way.

BELONGING 

We find each other dear ones

sharing

our lives' purpose.

Living

through our lives and loves,

cherishing our belonging.