Spring Bud

I smell how the supposed sweet, summer aroma turned into a chilling winter scent as I watch how her soft, smooth skin turns from blushed pink to lifeless violet. I listen to her frail heartbeats, silently begging, pleading, helpless against her quite incoming death. With a tear-stained face, my mouth utters its own prayer as…

Fierce, Fearless and…

She is fierce and fearless. Fierce for clinging to a tattered, tough life. Fierce for voicing what she thinks is right. Fierce for loving those she loves. Fierce for always, always standing up! Fearless for saying what is true. Fearless for always starting anew. Fearless for either praise or boo. Fearless for loving but not…