Bitter memories golden apple trees
Whatever seems closest is always the farthest...

Remnants of a fire
Black charred landscape...

Wings taken
Legs broken...

Broken wings can be bandaged
Fallen trees can be restored...

Sadness is a song
Anger is a poem...

Death by hate
Revival by love...

Loneliness
Loneliness is being widowed...

Hope
It is delicate...

They think
My father is an alcoholic...

I do not wallow in self pity
I do not hate every one...

Pain
The pain is something that can break me apart...