Side by side, we walk through endless doors,

our quiet promises unfolding.

The path bends, narrows, stretches wide—

but always, it is ours.

Two shadows moving as one.

There is an abundance of creative energy flowing through me.

My mind is always open to new things and I embrace change.

Blurred Days

The clock blinks,

but I can’t read its face—

hours melt into wrapping paper scraps

and half-finished conversations.

I am a creative problem solver and find solutions easily.

Bare

I stand without cover,

no shine, no mask.

Just skin,

lined and soft,

telling stories I didn’t ask to write.