Once upon a time a thousand hurts clung to me.
My cloak of pain stooped low my shoulders and endured the weight of velvet yards
In a dream of deep-filled space I floated
And the moonlight sparkled my hurts in magnificent refraction
Revealing the beauty of jealousy, confusion, fear, and sorrow.
Exquisite the dream that showed me the breadth and depth of each with such clarity.
So I could know the five senses of each and watch them shimmer to dissipation of particulate light. Scattering to the stars to find a home.
One by one I set them free until the cape was no more and iridescent wings fluttered in emergence. And the stars grew nearer and fluttering wings sounded around me…
I knew again my own heartbeat and heard the silence of my own thoughts.
And.
I was free.
Copyright 2010
Christine’s and Clancy’s once upon a time…
Anita Rodgers Mystery Writer 