Writing

A fickle creature
The embodiment of beauty
Living inside us
Feeding on our emotions, and thoughts
Weaving a phrase out of scraps and memories

Like a spider weaving its web at midnight

A fickle creature
The embodiment of love
Buzzing around us
Coming to us when we least expect it
Knocking us down with its sudden presence
Like a fox in the woods on a full moon

A fickle creature
The embodiment of fantasy
Leaping, flying, creating inside us
Living in a wooden box
Waiting to be opened by the golden key of imagination
Like a dragon soaring through the clouds

A fickle creature
The embodiment of danger
Breeding our anger and insecurity
Haunting our dreams
Hurting us in such a beautiful way
Thrilling us
Daring us to just take that one more step, and jump
Like a black bird, hiding in the shadows

A fickle creature
The embodiment of us
Expressing ourselves in such a personal way
Showing ourselves
Like a river
Gushing through your body
Raging down your arm
Past your finger tips
Leaping into the air suspended above delicate peace of paper
Like a bluejay that’s been flapping against the wind
Battling to be light again
Until finally the wind stops
And the bluejay lands on a branch and rests
As a phrase, light as a feather
Finally lands
And rests as it’s story is told
“Once upon a time….”

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