It Starts Inside.

She sat down on her windowsill and looked up at the night sky. The stars shined. The moon was full and bright. She asked the planets to align, to show her a sign. She begged for guidance. Patience. Some kind …

Only to Wither Away

As I cry

As my heart bleeds

As my soul weeps

I can hear the branches of the tree

scratching against my window

and crying with me