Candid Corvid Productions

Even as night diminished all traces of hope, she sought in the gloaming signs of guidance.

Sometimes, it is necessary to choose the solitary path.

Being unable to adapt and run is being interpreted as lazy, avoidant, and unwillng.

Sometimes, if one treads delicately,
She can be spotted at a safe distance
Playing among flowers and butterflies.

I have been honest
Examining myself

As find I’m still
Other worldly.

I shall become one as
Twigs, dirt, and leaves

Weave into furred coat to
Camouflage a heart’s ache.

It was hard enough to
Find space two carried:

The odds increase with
Only one to hunt/forage.

Constructs tumble
And gails prevail

Once torn aside
Illusion’s veil.

The best collaborator who
Dared to believe in me and

Having followed now surpasses
To mastering their own destiny.

Does time thus only tease to
Snatch back promises given?

There there sweet mother
Curled inward by injuries

Whilst silent tears streaming
Tell fate of a soul abandoned –

Weary mind, body, and spirit
Which have led family farther

Than could ever have traveled
Without your wisdom’s instinct.

Howling to the moon only begets more howling, when the young have left for new grounds.

When one leaves one realm and enters into another, there is uncertainty as to which prey to pursue.

When one is discarded by love, there is a tendency to discard love, in turn.

And they are not available to be there for you, it is necessary to make other plans.