Friday, January 15, 2010


Keeper of my heart
thief of hope
I will not run
but fly on
broken wings
born in the dark
caverns of grief
drifting out of

the corners a
thundering echo
shatters the
sanctuary of
my mind
vanishing flight
and faith
falling through clouds
onto the blood
in the grass

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Someone, or something has wounded you very deeply. But you are stronger than you know you are...