Written By: Deanna Marie Battista I do think time has questioned its candor in being benevolent. Not quite old yet. Never borrowed. This turning of fate. The way the pathway has cleared. Walking with my guardian angel on one side with God on the other. Fading into the distance and all of my written words with it. The new tether and scars to my heart. I’ll either be presented to you, or you will find me in the middle of settled comfort and contentment that rages on. But this

Written By: Deanna Marie Battista The perfume of sadness that has attached itself to every part of me. It's truly poetry. Walking in the short distance of time. The ribbons and my tears that form bridges for you to cross one day. The pangs of heartache. Yet pain being melded into purpose I know is a gift. The way the question mark is teetering on its last shift. No more molding into the ways of each passing day. No more apparitions of my worst fears. Being alone in this solit

Written By: Deanna Marie Battista It’s become a friend once more. But still as the seconds and minutes trickle on, there’s a distance within this friendship that is beginning to grow. I’m not sure how we got here. This parting of separate ways all the while staying in the same place. Moving towards even more depths than I couldn’t have ever imagined before. I’m trying my hardest not to knock on heaven’s door. This heart of mine I still hold and carry in my hands. This clock,