Comments about Nia Schexnider
The Things You Hold Dear
The things you hold dear,
The those things called sin,
gone in the wind.
Life is a slow motion,
like the waves of the ocean.
Peace comes from understanding that life will change.
New days, new perspectives no longer strange.
Sometimes it's hard to keep going,
When past perspectives keep echoing.
To hold on or to let go?
These are things I do not know.
Poems That Cut
I read a poem the other day and I thought about the words,
The words, the rhythm, the meter and the rhyme,
The ancient whisper, from an ancient time.
The little girl who made it stop,