Sedjmier

Did I die and not realize, is this purgatory, is this hell? You see no longer can I in this life find a way to tell I asked you to talk with, to be a friend for this recluse Ever after always did you say there was but a simple excuse To leave me waiting at the shore thinking you'd be right there When in fact you stayed at home and I could find nowhere In which a friend was there for me when I was crying tears Feeling as if I am forever trapped and will experience years Of watching one by one as you all go live your separate life And leave me here all alone to ponder over this sharp knife Yet, if I am truly dead and there shall be nothing mo

As a nymph in the water Lurking amongst the shallows Growing without gravity Unaware of the lands above Preparation all internal Waiting patient for the day When finally the land is sought; Crawling up this chosen reed Tasting the air and greeting the sun Slowly released and emerging Now transformed and thus reborn With dragonfly wings drying Flight leaves behind the former shell; A heart forms above the waters So love can renew the cycle With eggs placed beneath the ripples Of the pond that was once called home

"How far. The journey hasn't ended yet, I still have far further to travel. Often I felt the question to this searching to lie in the beginning, the start of my turmoil. However, the longer I spend delving into those memories the further cracked and shattered they become. The splintering has been following me so attentive of late...This Despair!" With that the log upon which the sojourner sat released a long protracted shuttering crack, dust and detritus fell upon the now withering undergrowth. At this he looked about himself worriedly, rapidly putting his tattered journal back into the worn and weathered rags about his body. As he stood the

as the seconds pass on the hour turning and churning beating the heart of the mountains whispered musing in forest leaves flowing and growing babbling the throat of the river anguished screams in fire's rage these seconds yielding to the minute as chaotic visions yield to change inevitable and resolute