Fire

It burns bright, makes you flare with passion, makes you fly with glee without realizing that it is also destroying you.   Fire warms, wards off the cold by destroying that which could have lasted and leaving naught but ashes in its wake.   Ashes, however, fertilize the soil; the charred remains of what once […]

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Indomitable

Tiny the speck of robust yellow, A soft sliver of green; purest victory manifest:   Lone, a blooming flower unyielding, relentless as it ascends against the smothering snow’s white weight, stretching to peek its head above the suffocating shroud, blossoming despite the storm.

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Ivy on the Wall

A wall looks beautiful when it is coated in ivy; full green leaves leave the ground behind as they snake their path along the rough-hewn stones stacked with care.   But that ivy, though beautiful, can wedge itself in the flaws of the wall, miniscule roots finding hairline cracks in what looks seamless, safe, impenetrable. […]

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Blizzard

Wave hand in front of face but see nothing   listen for something, anything can only hear the howl within, silencing the roar without.   A moan or a scream does not come close to the blizzard’s roar inside, a harbinger of pain; These flakes falling furious think they know the strength of a gale. […]

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Sunrise

A sunrise doesn’t always bring warmth.   A symbol of hope doesn’t always give it.   The breath of the sun on my back only reminds me how cold I am inside.

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Dandelion

It stands alone, in the middle of a grassy field waiting.   It strains, leaning into the wind longing, longing to create, to share…   but to spread its ideas it must die.

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First Fall

Curious the joy that we take in a light fall of snow.   Powdery, wet flakes swirl down from the sky, precursor to a curse of worse to come.   For in the first fall we think not of the heartless cold that creeps on our heels.   Rather, we flock to the streets, phones […]

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Flight

I’ve been in this nest for my whole life, I think; my wings are stronger now, my feathers more firm.   A fledgeling, am I ready to fly as those before me have flown?   It is what I have dreamed of, a moment I have wanted, longed for, for so long and now the […]

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Butterflies

The forest was one grown of heart and of spirit, vibrant and flowering; and through the blooming blossoms they flew.   Butterflies, in stunning hues gold, red of passion, and blue so intense it seemed to glow, shimmering colors on the fluttering wings: through the trees they rushed, their fragile wings beating a tune, a […]

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