Push me To the ground. Heave and spite. Pull me closer to the ground. The ground. I need to feel the ground. The mountain has no peaks. Without the ground.…
Category: Chapter 8: In the end
Thread along the roads That never fail to hold. Some point in time. History came to find Me, in forms I feared In heartaches and pain. What is there to…
Maybe the lines Dropped slowly. And words leave Forming gaps only. There were Raw cuts. And rough edges Spikes and a fire. Burnt out
When words haunt me Of the past, that threatened To come back. I whispered a silent prayer: What’s past is past, Come what may, the future. ~S.H.~
Dear sky, Did you see me, In the lights of their eyes. Worthy, To be held that high? For I have open hands, With a wounded soul. A heart that’s…
Maybe it will be like the seasons , Passing by for different reasons. Like a bird that flew across the seas. I am glad it’s spring now. ~S.H.~