Disdainfully Yours

Good Morning, 
I hope this day will serve you all well. My absence has been duly noted and again apologies. I truly am back and I begin with a short but poignant piece. 

Disdainfully Yours

On the edge of my resolve, 
Morals crumble, break, dissolve,
Now feathered is this fuddled brain,
As one wades through her own disdain.

By Helen Stallard
July 18, 2014.