Secrets Never Die

SittingWaitingHesitatingStuck in my headRunning the situation over again and again PonderingWonderingWhat have I doneQuestioning the consequences of my action No one needs to knowI can keep it to myselfBut truth isburied secrets never die Will it come back to haunt meWill I crumble under the stressCan I live a life that’s a lie One day…… Continue reading Secrets Never Die

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My world starts in my mind.It is within, not without.I write my own story;that is the power I hold.If I accept this power, I am my own hero,and my high-vibrational thoughts will be my superpower.If I deny this power, I will become a victim within my own story,and my low-vibrational thoughts will be my kryptonite.My…… Continue reading Blank page

Kissing the heavens

to soar with the angelsa viewpoint from on highthe magnificent gloryi see all with my eyemountain tops and valleys lowkissing the heavensand reaching belowinto the depths of the seaand across the galaxies skyoh, to soar with the angels never to say goodbye-akw- ___Print Poetic print available at Society6 by clicking here.©2020 Angel K Will |…… Continue reading Kissing the heavens

A Cherished Rose

A VIGNETTE: I stepped inside the solitary room and observed her from a distance. It was just the two of us. Her make-up done the way she always wore it. Her short, soft curls cemented by Rave aerosol hairspray. I walked over with her perfume bottle and spritzed it across her neck. Wafting the sweet…… Continue reading A Cherished Rose

Conversations in the Time of Corona

A COMEDIC VIGNETTE“How ya doing, Franz?” He stared back at me in silence. “I said how are you doing?”I shook my head and made my way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I pulled out spaghetti, shoveled it onto a plate and placed it in the microwave. He doesn’t even have the decency to respond.…… Continue reading Conversations in the Time of Corona

Beautifully imperfect

what is the age when we start to become aware of our imperfectionsbelieving that something is wrong because we’re different than the restwhen did differences become a stigma and not a sign of uniquenesswhen did conformity become more important than originalitywe were created to push our limitswe were created to beat their own drumswe were…… Continue reading Beautifully imperfect