Like my mother before me,
I was made to create.
And only I decide
What kind of beauty
I will imagine.
Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks
spirit
A Soul
A house is bare without a garden and
what am I but the combination of parts.
Some flowers can grow in the darkest of corners,
the roots of natural machines in the ground,
only visible when a light awakens curiosity.
What is it really that defines us?
A body is bare without a soul and
what am I but the combination of parts.
Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks
