Longing to Write My Heart
By J A Crowder
I long to write my heart, and my soul’s magnitude; to release a heaven of words trapped inside!
Whimsical words, starry & bright
These words may laugh, get angry betimes, cry, love, or simply bask in their mere existence
These words are mine, they exist inside me as floating star dust within eternal night skies, ever endless, ever becoming beacons amid cold, dark atmosphere
My words are my songs, my light, my way of releasing and exploring little bursts of sunshine exploding upon realms of sadness
For Life can be like walking through mounds of sticky, wet clay; brutal
Yet, beyond crooked paths and quicksand, whilst reaching for a single branch willing it to leap me to safety, I find the quiet path, dotted with lavender’s lace, sweet aromas of sage leaf, and shaded by an alluring musk of pines
It is here I find the pond, and gaze upon the minnows and rainbows of pebbles awaiting my hand to toss them, cascading across silver, leaving an imprint of ripples
Such is my path; painting my words whenever a calming eye of life’s storms greets me for another season of quaint dreams and visions, releasing many sweet, sugared honeysuckles of joy within me
Written November 8th, 2021
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