• _songbird_ 23w


    Tonight I speak to you.

    I am certain that your ears will taste my earnest cry and shed light upon this vacancy within me.
    Each waking day I feel newness anchor
    And settle within my soul like saplings in the earth.
    Little by little these roots gain strength and plant themselves deeper into the soil.

    I long to bare fruit and feel the sun upon my face like you said I should;
    I long to share my rewards.
    But harvest is not come.