Through pain and tears, I laid down my pen. I laid it down, in denial of what has happen. A broken person of common circumstances. I was left with the creativity of a mind’s misspelling of the word possible into imPossible. That I wrote, never more, for a few years. For my hands were crippled by such misgivings of what my heart received and considered. As a battle with the knowing I lost. Yet,I know my life will now be dull, dark, and quite Livable.
Knowing, Life will be bleak I held onto the hope of even seeing the word Life in mind. That, once more I took my pen and wrote words with thrones. I would write so vigorously, of what I felt. That the tip of the pen would rip through my notebook’s pages.
Until at a last! My mind and body, (figuratively speaking) felt the heavy soil being lifted from me. And my words arose to eyes giving me sight to see. I had a sight of a life that could be lived during times, that the sun sleep. I, yes, I could still, till my garden and look back never more. As the musings of some my own words, your words, our words could bloom into a beautiful and throne less flowers.
©04/02/13LeahJlyn
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