It's commonly known that smoke signals are used in order to relay messages to someone who may be far away. They are a cry for help- a way to be found. Poetry for me, has always been just that. A cry from the depths of my soul exposing everything inside- the good and the bad. Some have heard my cry and allowed my words to become a part of them. Others ignore. And still others, many others, have become the words themselves. My hope is that you will find yourself somewhere in these pages and, in doing so, know that you are not alone.
