I'm in a pit footing and rocks appear as beacons of hope only to crumble and fall as I begin to climb leaving me, to crash into the ground. Perhaps, not everyone's dreams are meant to live.   By: Amber R. Dulaney

Rain Conjures Memories

Rain, as you fall hitting the ground, you stir memories of Lakota around to the epicenter of thoughts to be found. She loved you, you know. You made her puppy eyes sparkle with delight; expel joyful cries, stuck out her tongue looked to the skies.   By: Amber R. Dulaney