Beyond a hard earned cease
that calls to me,
caught in Season’s wondering winds
drifting off to sea.
Left to dream of dreams
whispered among pillows & pumpkins
can make a heart furiously beat.
After a wish’s second moment to be,
while slivers of yellow start to speak
under the rayless sky’s spread wings,
locked in a fragrance’s seize.
At last, the wills of essence are in sync.
If only in a breath’s momentary dream.
SpokenWord
Every life has a story to tell. Though you will find that my story is not my own, for I am the lasting legacy of those who have inspired me, who influenced me, of those who spoke into my life, and those who loved me. My story is of those who have lived life, for my strength comes from those before me and beside me. You will find that my words are not my own for they hold truth and impart wisdom from other voices that have been woven and spun into the voice of which I speak. I am the legacy of those who have taught me, and am the voice of so many others who have not yet been heard. My story is not about me, it's about the path that I have traveled that has led me to other people and their stories that have changed my life. So to know me, you have to know those that I love and the ones that are my heroes for they make me... ME.
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