Write! with Peter Hering

Dissecting fear
by wielding spears
of hope.
Strained sounds
from wounds
left shattered and
remote.

I love not making sense. Keep the faith.

Steps I’ve taken
to retrieve
an image of you
and a piece of me.
Promises I’ve broken
to believe
in more of you
and less of me.

// Man, that moves me to tears. Keep the faith.

Churning new into old; carving along the lines of justice; being bold.

See, I’m not always just spewing flames of meaningless poetry; I can be a reflective mess sometimes, too. Keep the faith.

Places of want
hover between,
pools of doubt
and shadows unseen.

Keep the faith.

Life is full of lines: those we cross; those unseen; those that reflect; and those we read between.

So that’s like a poem. Keep the faith.