My life has a limp and I shuffle along— swift and graceful as a turtle. Other lives have limbs built for speed and run majestically like cheetahs. My heart loathes to lose, but my head is in the game— I will limp on for You, and when I do, I only seem to lose.
I awoke to find the morning taken, plunged back into winter, so close to spring; the full moon perching on the sky, veiled in clouds, lofty and aloof. I had to leave home, alone and cold, headlights clearing just enough space to pass—on time—through the darkness. Who stole my sunshine and gave it to the … Continue reading Daylight Thievery