sher

My Soul in Words: Words, my very breath, without them, a prosaic statue, a man-made work of art hiding the true art within. Footprints fade, get washed away, material objects break... the tide rises and I disappear. Within my soul, these words float buried deep inside my walls searching for release. They make me, they shape me, they are me, not the me you see, but the me that truly exists. "Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." - Ralph Waldo Emerson http://poetryofsher.blogspot.com