I hear the distant thunder... and know the storm is drawing nigh. I stand out in the open... with no protection from the sky. I see lightening on the horizen... and it is useless now to run. I cling to the nearest anchor... until the fury of the storm is done. As the rain falls from the heavens... I'm ashamed of where I've been. And if you're only seeking shelter... I wonder -- Is it still a sin?
"That man has shown himself great who has never grieved in evil days and never bewailed his destiny." --Seneca
Wow. Your writing so far has been impressive in my opinion. Would you mind my asking where in Tennessee you are? I used to live there, but it was when I was younger. e-mail me if you prefer not to put it here. Great writing!
Nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings? "Thoreau"
The Horsehead Nebula
T.A. This was excellent!! I've come to look for your posts as they touch my heart...Thank you for sharing this....And I know what you mean about writing "from the closet"....I used to share mine and do now and then but for the most part they are for Passion's and my eyes only.