[tabby title="Poem"] How did it feel when time stopped running? We swung our legs to the ticking clock, Our words were fashioned not to bleed but mock. How did it feel to live a lie? My web spun with each...

[tabby title="Poem"] I see me the way I did once.Together in this dream, I take my hand.As I dance around hope, my ambitions come alive.I remind myself how to be.Still in this dream, I hold my hand.I dance with angels,...