Wept

Tears marked the trail Upon which we walked. Your every slip, Your every skip; Learnt by rote And washed in salt. They slipped around Bends, And scampered under Boughs; They tripped over Brambles And swept away your Treads. And, yet, keeping Them afresh In the very swirl And swoon of the Waves. For waves and …

Work-In-Progress

Forget irritation that scalds your very skin. Forget wounds that make you bleed. Forget pain that licks your bones.  When sadness and disappointment make love with impunity upon your soul and leaves its marks for the world to gawk on, you lose your footing. You twist and fall in a heap with the world around …