Not My Story

Come out, come outThis is no time for hidingAnd no time for cryingBecause your rations are packedAnd your armor is onAnd you’re far from done(And you’re not quite undone) Feel the weightIt’s light as a featherThe heaviest featherA feather that can hold youAs it drifts slowly around Circling and liftingAs an unexpected breezeKeeps your feetContinue reading “Not My Story”