The Silent Song

I had dreams bigger than my eyes when I was young, and my eyes were always bigger than my heart. Wonder for fuel, I reached for distant planets in my mind and found songs on the wind instead.   I sang til my throat was raw in hopes that they would hear me, even through … More The Silent Song

Quiet Hours

Tiny robbers everywhere I look. Maybe I should close my eyes. Distractions pull and tug like pretty lights that try to steal my mind. I want to see the colors and shine but at what cost? How much of my heart is lost? A fraction of my breath, just enough so I can’t breathe deeply. … More Quiet Hours