@vampireowlcat
Hold fast to dreams.
  • Home
  • About

Honeysuckle

21/10/2021

0 Comments

 
When we were children, our hearts sang of freedom. We could feel it in our bones, hear it in our laughter, and taste the dreams and possibilities on our tongues. The world was new, spring green, and flowering. We thought maybe one day we would fly.

None of us get to hold onto that completely. For some of us, it was far too short lived. And still more of us never got to experience that freedom at all.

That is the sorrow of this world. That is our shared grief.

And now our bones have grown brittle; our bodies too burdened for flight. At least that is our shared belief: that survival is our only dream and anything else is naive.

Written 6/6/2021

0 Comments

Your comment will be posted after it is approved.


Leave a Reply.

    OwlCat

    These are the words that spew forth from my unrelenting brain, usually in times of pain or depression. I try to keep a bitter-sweet tone to highlight the hope I still see in the world.

    Categories

    All
    Poetry
    Prose
    Songs

    Archives

    March 2022
    November 2021
    October 2021
    September 2021
    March 2020
    November 2019
    August 2019
    July 2019


    Creative Commons License
    This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.