They call me resilient. That was not the first name given nor will it be the last. Each poem takes you into a different room of this mansion called life. Some rooms are locked but here you are given the keys to peek into each one no matter how dusty. You must be forewarned, some rooms are darker than others but without the darkness how can we begin to understand and appreciate the light?
They call me resilient. That was not the first name given nor will it be the last. Each poem takes you into a different room of this mansion called life. Some rooms are locked but here you are given the keys to peek into each one no matter how dusty. You must be forewarned, some rooms are darker than others but without the darkness how can we begin to understand and appreciate the light?
