What is to come? (a poem)
We all take our grave at the end of our days. Dreams left unfinished as the body decays …lying silent as children play.
We all take our grave at the end of our days. Dreams left unfinished as the body decays …lying silent as children play.
Since the beginning, my friend, you have been with me, inseparable through it all.
Though my parents hadn’t encouraged me in the pursuit of my dreams, my friend showed that he believed in me, and that sometimes we may need to pivot.
(1,436 words)
I know the world is a scary place right now. I will not sugar coat that fact.
(478 words)
…the result was the same…my problems were still there, staring me in the face.
(732 words)
Remember the artist, band, writer, poet, actor, or comedian who touched your heart, brightened your day, helped you through a rough patch, altered your view of the world or how you saw yourself? Remember that artist who affected you so much that it changed your life?
(392 words)
I see myself in the story of a beautifully unique woman who never quite fits the mold of societal expectations, and the beast who holds her captive within the near impeneterable walls of an enchanted castle.
© 2009-2026 E.L. Redwine