Before I Stride, a poem of the in-between

Before I stride by Lucidity Lamb Between two posts, there stands a gate. Within it’s shadow, I stand and wait. Beyond, there shines a vibrant sun, Out of sight of this begotten son. – Who am I now, before I stride? Who was I when I was alive? What choices made, brought me here? What sins denied? How many tears? – Before I step forth, … Continue reading Before I Stride, a poem of the in-between

The Hidden Heart, a poem

The Hidden Heart And she rides the feather with her eyes, Escaping the ground in her mind, Fleeing the sound of her own voice, Repeating empty, boring lies. And she sighs as Veronica passes by, Her scent, her shape, her smile, Pretending friendship will satisfy, Aching with unrequited desires. And she locks the door to her room. Alone is better than consumed. This world is … Continue reading The Hidden Heart, a poem