….. Showers Bianca Alysse January 7, 2014 CREATIVELY DRIVEN, Poetry 3 Comments Time races forward at an excruciating slow rate. She clutches the now empty space. The numbness, it grows…it grows out of her body further than she’ll ever know. Staring at the floor she hesitates to pick up what’s shattered. See, what was most precious is what hardly mattered. So piece by broken piece she places it back in her chest. What once was beautiful is now wounded and a wreck. 3 Responses Freddy K January 14th, 2014 “Precious still, developed into a beautiful nightmare. She moves confidently toward the direction of her dreams because there’s no such thing as fear. Continue to use the present as a compass to the future that is still unclear. For the past was an hurdle to help get you there” Reply VivianIvelisse January 14th, 2014 Loooooved this!!! My favorite part: So piece by broken piece she places it back in her chest. What once was beautiful is now wounded and a wreck. Reply Whitley January 15th, 2014 I enjoyed this very much!! Did you write this? It left me wanting more… Keep up the good work. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published. Name* Email* Website Comment
Freddy K January 14th, 2014 “Precious still, developed into a beautiful nightmare. She moves confidently toward the direction of her dreams because there’s no such thing as fear. Continue to use the present as a compass to the future that is still unclear. For the past was an hurdle to help get you there” Reply
VivianIvelisse January 14th, 2014 Loooooved this!!! My favorite part: So piece by broken piece she places it back in her chest. What once was beautiful is now wounded and a wreck. Reply
Whitley January 15th, 2014 I enjoyed this very much!! Did you write this? It left me wanting more… Keep up the good work. Reply
