I’m exquisite shards of a certain cut rage,
a sloped shed where the sluice of rain
becomes icebergs in the dead of summer,
upturned daisies with charred stems and
smoke signals for petals with a northern breeze,
a thousand pages of an unread book, earmarked,
unabridged in longhand that most will never read…
That’s me. Rib cage ripped wide open—but the
bluebird still sings, and sings, and sings. That’s the thing…
Write Yourself Alive – 30 Days of Writing #writeyourselfalive
Today is Day 7 of WYA
Love and Ink,
Grace
Love!
Thanks for reading!
It is very much my pleasure ♡
Amazing!
Thank you!
Love your writings..They are so meaningful, carry so much depth..Glad to have discovered you Grace! Also, just realized the similarity in our blog names :)
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment! I will have to mosey on over to Blue & Black Ink as well.