A brief story of an unborn…
She once believed the sky was going to fall on her head, deeply… The open doors were all going to collapse while the endless pain would remain in every each step she took… She was utterly convinced her vulnerable image was falling into a thousand pieces… She constantly felt the unfairness and dishonesty of life… Anger and frustration lurking beneath her dead skin in a world where she only wept…
One day, though, the rain suddenly stopped falling and she was rejuvenated through the warmth of the sun… The warmth which helped her overcome the timidity in every each cell of her body… She is now getting ready to introduce her true self to the rest of the world while her story continues…
I shall comment equally using a poetry of mine. The creative mind deserves to be communicated with the same empowerment of another creative thought:
Creator’s Luck
Writer’s block
Pure luck
Where he rests
There he arrives
Composer’s thoughts
Pure shock
When he plugs
Then he writes
When is Yin then is Yang
Where is dark then is light
© Copyright 2007 Joseph Lerner
Very pretty…
Thanks for sharing 🙂
S