Ever since I can remember, I had a special connection with words. As a child I mastered the art of holding a pen, it was my wand, I felt empowered, happy, free, liberated, every time I wrote. I wrote poems, reflections, visions, stories, I even wrote glimpses of my future. Yes I did. At that time, I had never heard of a dream board.
Although one might argue a future is but a destiny. For me, the future was my destination. I loved mythology, fairy tales, and adventure… so I wrote my future with hope, and lots of expected adventure and learnings, but as a writer, I forgot or maybe I intended to keep an open ending.
Listen, but don’t hear hear but don’t listen you just took away that glisten from her beautiful eyes
the fields of Lavender the seashells the footprints on the sand have all become shadows of her thoughts
can it be that life just shut her down and yet she is holding to that last thread…of hope dying each day for the universe to hear her call living with a prayer that this will be her last
a voice that once was the soul of a writer skin that once was the wings of a butterfly eyes that once were the twinkle of dawn a heart that once was a beat of passion a breath that was every bit of life a strength that once was, a warrior of love tormented by reality
darkness takes over and that light is shutting down leaving little room for her thoughts to capture her dreams turning down her hopes and turning her thoughts into shadows that will soon fade away into that long lost dimension never to be seen, heard of or felt of anymore shadows of her thoughts.