the deep cuts
in the traveller’s hands
was where I saw a mountain range
carved into it
and a whole world
a story
waiting to be discovered
by the unknowing
by me
Author: Shakela
Creative Writer
Warmth
in the silences
between you and me
I feel
the warmth of your love
blanketing me
Grow
give her the tools
to grow
and she will
build a whole new world
Magic
most
are afraid
of getting hurt
by letting
a little magic
into their lives
…
those
who do
find
it’s hard to leave
because
they’re a little addicted
to the light
Flowers
We are like flowers
whose stems have tangled
somewhere in the middle
but still on our own paths
growing up and up and up
Island
This island
used to bring me
the whispers
of faraway lands
on the backs of
messengers in the breeze
but now
the waves are thicker
clouds heavier
as these whispers pollute
the air I breathe
Home
Travel
we do
from place to place
everything changes
except your face
when I feel lost
in this twisting world
it’s in your eyes
that I feel at home
The Girl
The girl in the picture
is no longer here
but the woman you see today
exists because of her
You
I had been searching
for I don’t know how long
I’d lost track
but I found it there
only with you
Waves
Our reflections
tell different stories
when printed on the
open waves
