I am sleeping here left to grow wings to fly on my own rather stay curled up like a seed buried deep. but my hope does not slumber and so I rise. Legs seem to tremble. unsteady fumbling standing at the starting gate every day the same race. and I ache to run because hope … More ounces
hey there sandman. I see the salt at your feet. The tears that have dried that now you push aside. Piled high like mountains in your way. And i wave until the sunrise steals the last of you. Eyes too much to see. they do not sleep. A mind cannot rest when it wrestles with … More Sandman
—————————– I hold within my palm a rock it is smooth and shaped like an egg the colors like calico wet with rain it comforts little my ache it mends me not when torn it is just a rock and it lays in silent jest if it had a mouth it would be smirking “I … More Keepsake
INTO THIS DEEP 