I did not pick up the pen
Nor count the moments
When silence filled my heart
And I wished to fill them.
When I took the time to reflect
To finally write upon paper
What dashed across my soul
To share what I had seen –
Small moments wrapped in beauty
Reflecting light and life
That is when I finally breathed
I meant something.
It was an awakening of sorts
My soul’s searching for meaning
Bright-eyed and filled with wonder
And I never knew where it would lead me
But led I was – wild, astray, and alive.
The words I speak
Fall not so gently from my heart upon the page
And if you listen, perhaps you would hear
The thump of its sudden existence
For the meaning of each line and phrase
Lies heavy in my heart
And though not always written, in memoir
There’s a piece of me –
There’s a piece of me here
For those that care to see.
And the images I capture
That parade across my page
Whether penned, painted,
Or a snapshot of a moment
Serve to fill my life with beauty
A remembrance, of sorts
That communicates to my soul –
All is not in vain.
This – is the life I was given
Though never perfect,
Though never sane
I strive to share a piece of my heart,
To live in the here and now
To breathe deep within my soul
And all of the dreams
For here, and only here –
I find deeper meaning.
© Sumyanna 2016
Written for The Daily Discover Challenge: Here and Now
Gorgeous image courtesy of Morguefile (pedrojperez)
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