a little zine of encouragement
A field has to be broken open before it can grow anything.
– Ann Voskamp
wearing pain so close to the skin
brutally displayed on arms, legs and necks
topical grief, as yet unprocessed
waiting patiently to be subsumed within a shattered heart
carrying an unknown feeling
can be so hard to understand
tears drown our morning
watering flowered pillowcases each night
tides carrying us here and there
life blooms upside down
inside out
torn from headlines
of familial disasters
wait in hope, my friend
all is not lost
the windmills of the gods are grinding away
ever so slowly
yet the hourglass will never stop running
the fine sands of Father Time continue
the winds will change direction
you will smile again
and live to share your truest love another day
the promise is always
Yes and Amen
the sun is just beginning to shine through the clouds
we will run, laugh and jump in puddles
together
before this day is through
🌞
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 