They say he died a hero. They say “Man! What a guy!”, But all I see is his empty chair And I still don’t understand why.

Be the rainbow on a stormy day, A splash of color against the gray;

Mother tell me, Mother tell me: What is this thing you call a storm? Why does our house shake and shudder? Why does rain fall when gray...

You cast me out. I’m broken seed; More likely to become a weed. And so you trod me underfoot; Cast me to abandoned earth. I forgive you...

A completely different world. A road I've not taken. Normalcy is shaken. But You've been here. A mountain uncrossed. A wilderness...

Inspired by a sonnet written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, this poem explores the original verses from a different point of view.