Nerves on edge
When the sun rises slowly in the morning and when I wake from my long and lonely sleep,
Change ruffles my feathers
Mom wasn’t home that day but when she returned her home was in ashes.
Dismantled by my abusers
The moon slept on that lonely dirt road As the clouds wept muddying the ground A Victorian house set at the top of the soggy hill
The confines of my paralyzed condition hinder not my senses or imagination Delightfully unfettered A chariot of feathery clouds escorts me to ethereal wildflower fields Overflowing with dancers just like me running free Whilst on earth a leafy ballet romances my eyes as a balmy breeze caresses The graceful branches […]