Kicking off the Holiday season with a poem written a year ago.
Oh tell me your stories
The ones of old glories.
Of damsels and knights
Of spirits and sprites.
I love you banana split you must know, but once I take this last bite you’ve gotta go. I already stole the cherry- plucked it from the top. And those luscious sweet strawberries were the cream of the crop. I relished in your creamy dreams, even while I mourned the loss. They forgot the nuts and I’m split. […]
The day she danced
The music played
The children laughed
The willows swayed.
And then there was the quiet
And I was left with me.
Her ruin was not written, Her story not yet told.
When I grow up, I’m going to save the world.
“I didn’t want to see what I already knew. What I hoped wasn’t true.”