Featured: Who am I really?
BramblittAt first,Bramblitt by hopeburnsblue
In a world
Where days dawned dark,
He felt he was groping,
Grappling to understand
And recreate the reflection
He could no longer see.
His fingers, like ten eyes,
Wept black and red
Onto a page.
On the ending bars
Of "Pride and Joy,"
He can scarcely contain
The light within
As his smiling fingers
A finished canvas,
With shocks of blue and orange.
SongbirdShe was blind, but could seeSongbird by jade-pandora
everything. Nothing held back
the girl with moonbeams for eyes,
feeling the gardens she walked,
through dozing dewdrop buds,
and stepping from tangerine
puddle to tangerine puddle,
rippling away rain clouds from
the sky at her feet, as she shook
constellations from her hair,
while birds sang from her throat.
Dancing with ButterfliesShe was dancing with butterflies in a disorienting world. A chaotic expanse of a mind barely absent sent her soaring into the stars, unaware of the desolation left in an ongoing rampage. Reality was an illusion; a long forgotten memory and an old friend lost in the passing of time. Her grasp on sanity was a laughable hallucination; a deception of grandiose ideas and irrational behaviors from a reason abandoned. To her, everything was wonderful and magical, dancing amongst the butterflies of true madness.Dancing with Butterflies by SMAdams
From the Wishing Star...“Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life…love comes along and brings you a fairy tale.”From the Wishing Star... by SMAdams
The quote was printed on a cheap plaque that hung in her kitchen. It was a constant reminder her life was anything but ordinary. And yet, love still found her in the depths of her troubled existence. It was difficult to look back at the memories of what she had endured and survived, but where she had come from would never be lost in her mind. Triggers, reminders of what she had been through, often provided terrifying sleepless nights.
Now, her life was more than she ever imagined. Never had she believed she deserved what found her and gave her new meaning. So many amazing things had come to pass, and they continued to happen as time moved forward. Every day was a day of thanks for what she treasured the most at any given moment; a husband who adored her, and a child who filled her days with a constant wonder.
She did not like arguing with him,
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