Dear Diary, I feel the sun on my skin again. My God, it feels good. I hear the sound of my laughter again. I smile because I can; For the sudden rush of life. I can breathe in the air again, And it fills my lungs, Strokes my wings, I feel alive again. Warm, present-… Continue reading Dear Diary II
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Wings off Butterflies
Hang a ‘do not disturb’ sign Around my neck I am too busy pulling Wings off butterflies And taping them on Newspaper to try and bring The past back to life. I am too busy picking The shells from snails, Lining them up Along the windows And asking them to Protect me from the… Continue reading Wings off Butterflies
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