Eclipsed by the full-grown trees, highlighted by the sunset shades in the sky, stood the start of her past. Layered bricks that formed her character; the creator of the creature that carries the baggage. The swing still shrieks in the shadows, as the weeping willow dances in the neighbouring meadow. Her footsteps creep to theContinue reading “Winding Road”
Valiantly accepting the unexpected transformed her barricaded veins into bracing vines; permitting the scattered seeds in her heart to flourish and the roots from her soles to extend. The extension of her growth solidified her purposeful existence in this overcrowded seemingly oppressive garden.