Three New Poems

Dormant

The day I leave you

I will spread my wings.

Until then I remain

Dormant, dreaming

Of that day.

 

Your Power

You have power

Over my emotions.

So much that

Gods would tremble.

I gave it to you,

The fool that I am.

Now it is gone,

I fear I’ll never

have it again.

 

Broken Heart

A broken heart

Makes bad choices.

Two splintered halves

Cannot function

As whole.

Would you expect

Broken wings to fly?