By S. Dignum
- night-soaked mind wrapped with the glittering shadows of the stars, the earth beneath bare feet, soaking in the sunlight on breeze-filled summer days. The feeling of pages beneath fingertips, and the drumming of rain on stained glass window panes.
- I long for the sky to burn a brighter blue, and the grass to grow despite the scorch marks on the dirt. For the scars to fade and the voices to cease, enough, enough, enough. When walls break and kingdoms fall you’ll realize you were enough all along.
- even as light, undimmed, breaks through melancholy dances in the rain, we, too, have shone like embers. Hear the symphony of unfinished songs in the wind cry to your heart, and whisper, you are free.