The Realm for Poets

For some poets the night is the perfect sphere with pen and paper in hand come to die in agony and be born again healed. Micheline Jean Louis

Existence

We’re all just fighting to be recognized, we want to know that we are not alone in this maze call life, we want to feel we belong, our fear is that we are running out of time to exist, we are running out of time to matter, to be love,to become something more, not just another grain of sand in the sea, we want to shine, we want history to remember us. we are constants in our search for a bit of luck and magic, anything to signify something special. we want the memory of us to be immortal even after our physical body has decay, we want continual existence. we want meaning, we want to exist and matter now and tomorrow….

Micheline Jean Louis