If "Hope's the thing with feathers," Then surely it's a mocker -That cocks its impish head and tauntsEach dark, despairing hour - Sore tossed upon the waves, I've cried, "All's lost! Life comes undone - "When "Lost - life comes!" - I hear it chirp -My voice - transformed by one - Who jibes the... Continue Reading →
Heart of an Oak
Oh, to have the heart of an oak,With the hope of one hundred thousand sunsets in its sap;To feel each blazing day, a blinkAnd each clouded horizon, a sigh; Deaf to the howls of that which passes, Tied fast to life, stretched up towards joy.
On Madness and Wasted Lives
At the start of October, a lone sniper opened fire on a crowd in Las Vegas, Nevada. At the beginning of November, a shooter entered a church in Texas and opened fire on the congregation. Both of these happened as I was in the middle of my post-op, healing journey. Though not special in the... Continue Reading →