Conversations

I won't persuade you from whatever you believe or hope.

I can't help you with your exquisite pain or panic.

I'm not sure my musings will lead you to the stars.

The patterned drumming of my heated conversations

May not provide a recess from your chaos.

If you are chasing dreams,

Dashing down rivers of the soul,

Standing still at the bottom of mountains

You must climb

My words are inside out .

My prayers are fervent but missing redemption.

My paragraphs are flashlight beams

On twisted roads teaching ho...