I gaze in wonderat the reflectionthe journey etchedin black turned gray I crashed through lifemore instinct than inspirationsurprised to rise againfrom each disasterstunned at my good fortune I’ve lived amongBut never withEach gaggle and its myths Instead I’ve learned the dialectsOf their deceptionsAnd wore a patchwork cloakof myths of my own creation A poet warriorContinue reading “Reflections On The Journey”