LITTLE BIRD WRITERS

The pitter patter of rain The rooms are all dark The entire day cast into evening by the clouds by the gloom... Thank God, no real...

Good intentions turned to frivolous imaginings A plan of purpose drowns in an ocean of distraction Fantasies walk the earth and songs...

A silhouette of a tree peers through the fog and captures my eye. I had fumbled over the ground believing I was blind. Helpless to find...

A fire in my belly roars and rises and rages against the walls inside me If I were still it would devour me burn me, wrestle me to the...

Who is the one who will never give up on me, even when everyone else does? Even when I do? Who is the one who will believe in me, even...