DNA by Poetic Expression

I find myself terribly anxious as I sit here in front of my laptop on a grey crisp day accompanied by just a hint of a breeze stirring the trees outside, the clock ticking in the background, the voice of time. The revelation of my anthology of poems requires me to revisit a landscape filled with emotion that is terrific and terrifying in equal measure.

My hope is that these experiences help others in a similar situation and give them strength to push on.
Despite the daily reminders, despite the constant longing, despite it all, I am still here.
I will not dedicate this to anyone.
We are all just a speck of dirt on a bigger speck of  dirt after all.
My name is Candice Verreyne and this is my story.