By Hali Sarah Parsons, Horticulture Major

“Circles Of Hope”

His cry is the music

His love is the gifts

His health is the toxicity

Only expression can lift

My Sadness is tears

My love is caressing

My health is in

My truth of expression

No hidden desires

No mask for protection

Vulnerability is strength

Strength leads the direction

With past fears in mind

Built up in collection

The only way to divine

Needs honesty in reflection

Here I am

Plain as Day

Keep looking for false gestures

Be blinded astray

I know the reality

The one amiss

The fooling done

Has won dismiss