Slender beams of light pierce this darkened prison I rise, once a slave forever hopeful. No more frozen in time. …
Take Your Moment. A poem, by Sinead Blackmore
Sometimes, I’ll sit down in the middle of the floor Because it all gets too much But just for a …
The Dark Hours. A poem, by Sinead Blackmore
The night falls with a silent sigh. The light for which I pine flares once then dies. Crushed by fear …