white as snow, blank as a page
open for any possibility
clouds clear and patchworks clarify
vision and focus
forward motion to one goal, but which?
words spoken create or distroy, regardless admits
truth
the light's too bright, the mirror too clean
close my eyes and walk away
deal with it later, when I'm
stronger
pain comes faster now
seeping through tight lids and clenched fist
ignoring doesn't stop the world time creates
deep breath, take courage now
smile
1 comment:
Is this an ode to NaNo? How did you do? Every word you wrote in November makes you a winner in my book. I tripped out of the race about two weeks ago. Did one of those stumbly-falls that has you landing on your chin. :) But I'm fine. Glad the pressure is off now, in a way, to finish my first story properly and then spend the winter writing the second one.
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