Courage does not come with age.

She sat quietly in the corner of the class. At the edge of the seat. She was staring at the blackboard in front of her, thoughts wandering elsewhere. The teacher was writing in white. Her classmates were copying. Her partner nudged her out of her reverie, beckoned her to scribble along.

If only I could fly away!

I sat by the window, Looking out at the sky, The forlorn bird flying across The expanse of blue Touching the chords of my heart. The small, brown wonder circled around, And perched atop the neighboring window. As it shushed and looked around, It seemed to mirror my state of mind. How I longed toContinue reading “If only I could fly away!”