Clique.

Broken hearts, Broken circles, Once we were friends, now we don’t sit at the same table. Tension rise, Emotions are unstable, Broken trust, these relationships can’t be rekindled. Secretly missing, Publicly cursing, Generation to generation, a curse that can’t be broken. Whose fault is it? Surely not mines, Here we go again, another argument you…

“Reaching the Blue Mountain Peak”

I didn’t know which point I was trying to prove. Is it to prove that I was healthy? Is it to prove that I had the mental strength to reach the top? I really didn’t know, but I picked the wrong day to prove a point. The sun was hot and the place was humid….

The Jamrock Cotton Tree.

Grandma used to warn me about the cotton tree. It’s where spirits go when they don’t want to sleep. They linger for years waiting for the next, hoping it’s a family member that won’t get them upset. Night time I would be afraid because there is a cotton tree in our backyard with the roots…