My Spirit Trespasses

So familiar yet not mine

Like someone else's Valentine

A memory I didn't have with a

Place I could have made my stand

A place which isn't tame or nice

But beautiful and rugged rough

Only hooves and paws are meant to tread

Let my spirit trespass in awe instead.

Kelly Voelker

Who asks the question?

Who asks the question of "Why can't I feel?"

Who has vacated perception's tether

Is life just a breeze and a turn of the page

Outcomes indifferent; my wisdom from age

Distanced from hurting; a hand in my fate

A confident reading of my current state.

-Kelly Write Away