Parched thoughts rained hopelessly onto her diary pages… racing madly to keep its pace with the rich oasis of liveliness that once enriched these pages… “Madness”, I often thought; yet, her tear-stained words make me wonder “Isn’t this her hope?”
Someday, I’ll reveal myself… When prayers pierce the night skies calling out to the lucky stars, when promises softly rip the horizon ushering in the glitter of the unknown… when mortality forces the world to don the shrouds of anguish, you’ll need my secrets then… To be the radiance as stars dim or maybe, to just take a step you’ll need my secrets then… And my secret will be ours… Someday…!!!
Ogres do vanish, as we outgrow our lively days of naivety, so they say. Yet, from my days here, I know; Ogres and demons remain Just we don’t name them so. We fear them each moment; as They lurk in our dark forest of thoughts, Among looming trees backed by deadly fog. Fear does make us cower, Till we realize we need to breathe. So we build a shrine to all that is bright. Thus, we remain calm and content and hopeful; Within our dark forest of thoughts, Among looming trees backed by deadly fog.
(This post was written in response to What Do You See Prompt t#31 hosted by Sadje. Thank You Sadje 🙂 The challenge is to write an original story, poem, or a caption. from the given picture)