Holding Wishes

What is it like To be granted a wish When your first kiss Was laced with bitterness, Taken from a tender lamb, A brutal sheering; As if wool doesn't scratch And skin doesn't bleed? What is it like To live a lie, A life robotic, stoic, Steps broken, Words unspoken, Fake smiles to the others … Continue reading Holding Wishes

Rapt

and that was the day she stopped speaking abruptly out of the blue without warning and the silence hit the rooms like tunnels occasional echoes of laughter held only in memories no songs nothing just silence just a long, accepting breath that understood how very few were really listening not with ears but with heart … Continue reading Rapt