The Hands That Feed You.

"Hard hands knead dough, everybody needs bread." Unknown She has shouldered this burden for years. Life had taken liberty with the course she dreamt out, veering her along a path molded by necessity. Her mornings lead her deeper into a world where the hammer and anvilĀ speak louder than prayer. Once upon a time she had … Continue reading The Hands That Feed You.

His Fathers Son

It was around that age When young soldiers begin To grab hold of the world around them in hopes of moulding their wings, That he was met with silence. That echoes cackled, Crackling against the walls Of his mother's house, Whispering secrets that speak with The knowledge of a world that Lived Before the empty … Continue reading His Fathers Son