Hadassah Byrd
I live on a rock
Hadassah Byrd
I live on a rock
I live on a rock
I live on a rock
I took a step and looked towards the sky.
It couldn’t be that hard, could it?
Bitting my lip with anticipation and excitement, I closed my eyes and repeated the words: Jump and lift, jump and lift.
Squeezing them tight then shaking my head I broke into a full sprint.
The clouds above me were pure white and the sky a baby blue, the sky looked so innocent.
What could go wrong?
I then pounced off my...
You know that feeling,
The feeling of running through a meadow,
With the flowers stretching up and blossoming,
The trees reaching down and singing to you,
The wind is carelessly playing around,
And the sweet, relaxing feeling of the sunlight, rests on your skin brings an overwhelming sense of peace.
Oh how wonderful of a place it is,
Not only is the space around you peaceful but your mind is at ea...
The fire crackled, and the smell of smoke wafted in and out of the room. A silent tear slid down my cheek as if it were a cry for help; but I didn’t even know what I needed help with.
Up stairs lay asleep my two beautiful children. One with shoulder length ringlets, brown eyes, soft dark skin, and plump lips. She was so young yet was forced to mature so very fast.
Laying next to her; her sister ...