Tug of War

A Poem.

2 min readJan 4, 2022


Photo credit: Bruno Horwath, via Unsplash

Twisted, wicked, masked parade.

Never mind those idle days.

Let alone my pens recent escapades.

As the clock strikes twelve;


Time for life’s masquerade.

Pessimistic pedigree.

A ballerina twisting free.




Writer. Poet. Holding onto Hope. I still Grieve the Loss of my Angel Babies. My writing reflects this, and other Trauma’s. I have a teenage son, and 2 cats!