Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. – Edgar Allan Poe
I didn’t leave
I was just around
Waiting for my moment
Bidding my time
Processing and understanding…
…life
I needed to step away
No rhyme or reason
Something hard to explain
Or understand
I now know why some just go
No words
No explanation
I’m picking up the pieces
Slowly getting back
Perhaps I’ll never be the same again
© Maria Michaela
See my beauty
The one that shines
No one had seen my dark side
Until now
‘Twas exhilarating!
To be seen from a different view
I felt completely seen
Finally!
© Maria Michaela
The spark that used to guide in darkness has now dimmed
No ember to revive it
No way to get it back
A match is in my pocket, I wait for some moment
Before lighting back up the torch
© Maria Michaela
I miss you all. Sorry for being MIA (missing in action) for so long. I’m alright by the way. Just very busy. Thinking of everyone and praying for peace and safety.
XO,
A blank canvas before me
It’s staring at me and I stay mum
Thoughts raising
And I wonder if it was all a fluke
The painted words are still there
But passion seems to have been lost
I understand now why some people just fade without a word
And the canvas is left bare
© Maria Michaela
The cold January air
Envelopes the country with a cold chill
Weather is quite fair
But the cold air is still
The sun rises but not as warm
It basks in the coolness
Still, it turns on its charm
Showing the January chill its boldness
© Maria Michaela
Sadje’s What do you see # 324
This image shows the front of a used books shop, with many books displayed in the window. Outside the window, a girl wearing a graduation cap is standing close to a trolley containing more books with a price tag of $1 per book. She has a book in her hands.
This image shows desert dunes with footprints left by humans and animals in the sand. The photographer explains; Under the warm sun, the dunes carry gentle scars of passage, lines and footprints that vanish as quietly as they appear!
Remember and do not forget all the good things
Put them in the pages
For memory often fades
Like the footprints in the sand
Blown away by the wind
© Maria Michaela
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