Winged
days...
Moving forward was a dream
closing all doors...
Their little hands
one day will be big...
Grief is not based on numbers
sorrow does not require a certain speed...
It is so easy to get lost in a jungle.
Fallen trees, debris amongst many other weeds will...
In his mind, the special kind
Voices call his name at times...
What is it without life, the dwelling stillness...
To never see the light of day, the golden colors...
All those summers,
when innocence...
Neurotic apprehension
Escalates causing me to...
I’m not afraid of the dark, but
I am afraid of what's...
Full of love
Brimming with empathy...
The best writers have childhoods
where I have an empty jar...