Poetry

The Mirror

When I woke up and looked in the mirror this morning, I asked myself why would I want to see this day.  It’s nighttime, and I can’t help but follow my usual routine.  I hop into my rental, and wander aimlessly through the Los Angeles jungle.  The city of angels, where my angel has not…More

Stairs

Going up the stairs Every step is a milestone Right after I move up one All I want is to climb up one more When I finally reach the peak I climb the path to the summit Everest is not enough I need something more But what if I walked down the steps What if…More