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

Wings taken
Legs broken...

Hope
It is delicate...

Loneliness
Loneliness is being widowed...

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

Death by hate
Revival by love...

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

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

They think
My father is an alcoholic...

Sadness is a song
Anger is a poem...

Remnants of a fire
Black charred landscape...