My art mimics my life in strange and beautiful ways. Poetry is the […]
Beads of sweat, more than brimming – threatening, taunting, dripping into our eyes. We’re at the starting gate, chomping at the bit, yet held back by forces we don’t fully comprehend. Our whole being feels propelled forward yet we are physically stuck.
Minds racing, hearts pounding – heat pooling at our cores, threatening eruption. Freedom and purpose beckoning us from just beyond our limitations. “If only!” We cry, begging with destiny for the mercy to break out of our constraints and experience the fulfillment of these aching passions.