The Raven...More Like This
'She sits upon a windowsill
Silent humming, sleeping still
Fallen leaves of life and death
Come to steal her final breath
And still humming ever still
She sits upon her windowsill
Eyes still dark like frozen sky
The raven girl refused to fly...'
An Old Friend Remembered An Old Friend RememberedMore Like This
Your face stares back at me from a picture. A picture that I threw in a box with everything else that reminded me of you. A box that I hid in the top shelf of my closet a long time ago, in an attempt to forget everything. My heart weighs heavy, leaning against my rib cage, wearily looking for support to keep itself from crashing downward into bleak sorrow and pain and anger. I felt something in me, a strong emotion that had been pushing its way to the surface for a while. But it wasn’t what I thought it would be. It was something different. Something that I’d forgotten and left somewhere deep inside of me.
It pushed at me, demanding release. It had to be said. It had to be acknowledged.
“I forgive you.”
The words slipped over my tongue and passed my lips without permission and shot out into the open. But the words didn’t turn to stone and land at my feet. Not like before. This time, they