Scarecrow

They’re going to kill me she said, And she didn’t mean the scarecrows. She told me all about it as we sat discussing, Her pain, Her strife, Her woes. She told me of her heart and its icy metal core, Spoke of how she wished she had the strength to let it thaw. And as…

The Emergence of Our Wings

Something which seems to create a struggle in all of us, is the inability to let go; the incapacity to look back on the past and call it the past. It’s as if, in this ever changing existence, we do not possess the talent to cut ties with moments which no longer exist. These moments…