Ginger Vee My Chronic Life

“SMOKE SHADOWS“

You

are

Fleeting.

Disappearing shadows of smoke.

Forge on

With gut wrenching fire.

You

are

Beauty and warmth.

Bursting. Beaming.

Sunlight contained in glass jars.

Miraculous.

“BLEEDING DREAMS“

My bucket list was written

with disappearing ink –

Stitched together with snippets of hope.

Tossed into the frey with fervent breath,

sewn seemlessly into the fragile fabric of society.

Dreams bleed.

Free.

‘Till death comes my way.

“THOUGHTS IN PIECES”

Time

is

fleeting.

Disappearing shadows of smoke.

Forge on

with gut wrenching fire.

You

are

beautiful warmth.

Bursting.

Sunlight contained in glass.

My bucket list was written

with disappearing ink –

Stitched together with snippets of hope.

Tossed into the frey with fervent breath,

sewn seemlessly into the fragile fabric of society.

Dreams bleeding.

Free.

‘Till death comes my way.