By Olivia L. Casey My scales too heavy now for me to rise.Scales jabbed tightly in my many achesBraided up in agony, I lie. I lift a wing and loose a weakened cryFor I have found a body too weak to wakeThe heavy scales I carry at sunrise. Anxious eyes…
by Marilyn Ringer It is the season of races where only one can rise and claim the gold while a world of others must accept no less than heartbreak. Who will remember the woman, pulled up lame, her years of preparation spent on one false step, the look on her…