Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Something of My Own


Something of my own, she said. Something of my own. Because the world had ransacked her hope one night, tore up everything she owned. And lorded over her with cruel might. The great tunnel leading into the abyss without the prospects of seeing light. But then, my friend, there is still the opportunity to be, to existent in a world of possibilities. She chose to live and love and write.

3 comments:

C Will said...

I'm glad she found a reason to go on and a renewed since of purpose.

C Will said...

I'm glad she found her way and a renewed since of purpose. Wonderful ending!!

Ali said...

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