Finding your self Stories

After the flames died out, only the ash remained. Specs snowed down slowly onto my body as I stood in the barren remnant of my past. My burning eyes searched for anything salvageable amongst the wreckage, praying for a partly scorched photograph or even a burnt wooden beam yet only the ash remained. Days cascaded into weeks and bled into months as I stayed stuck in stasis. My rage pummeled away a little of the residue. My...

Once there was a raven who forgot how to fly Her misery hung on her like a dark cloud in the sky Her wings weren't broken but she had lost her heart In a storm she got lost The wind pushed her The rain drenched her The thunder teased her The lighting frightened her She began to fall She knew her flight would end in a tailspin of destruction So she closed her eyes and just let go Now the old eagle had been flying low His e...