Anticipation The air shifts before the storm— a stillness, heavy and sharp, like the weight of something unseen that everyone can feel. I...

We clutch those we love in our hands for fear if we hold them too lightly we might drop them and they may break And if we love them too...

There is a voice in your heart Longing to be heard An invisible child Hoping to be seen Tiny hands reaching out Wishing to be held In...