A safe place, a refuge from the storm.
Love, warmth, and belonging
Where emptiness once was.
Welcome to your Heart and Home.

In the Sunshine Riptide dancing all alone in the morning light.

She did not think her markings were so unusual but others proved otherwise when they did catch attention again and again, usually by other would-be predators believing she was gravely injured. It started that way as a lamb and had continued long into adulthood that she had come to accept her fate. It was tiring, to always be the first one to be targeted, to be immediately thought of as the weakest link, but she was hale and hearty and could prove to them time again that she only looks Worn Down.

... "I'll never be free from my mistakes. And I've decided that not I'm going to continue living in the past. I'm moving Forward by Choice."

I've been waiting a lifetime for this moment to come.
I'm destined for anything at all on this Green Day

Fireflies dancing in a line at night.
Like a Night Parade

Stumbling blind in darkness. Desperate for light.
Breaking free from shadows into the bright of day.
It Burns.

And yet I yearn for it.
I am Sun-Cursed.

It started as a trickle. The scent of iron.

Then swelled into a stream. Tacky liquid matting fur.

Then roared into a river. Screams. Pain. Gnash. Tear.

Everything, everywhere, painted crimson. Whose blood this is?

Blood of the Forgotten

Unsuspecting. Unaware.
Underneath hooves the ground gives.
Soil reveals the water,
Deeply drinks and receives.

They fight and struggle but in the end sink.
Hidden depths pulls and keeps.

A beautiful display of losing life.
This Death Will Be Art

Two heartbeats in the darkness.
Only one in the light.