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Reflections on life and all of it's experiences; Do you give in? Or not? |
| I drop a pebble into the lake and watch its undulations percolate under its shimmering skin until it reaches the end to touch sacred granules. Solitary, perched on the end, I accept the mist coverlet moving gracefully with care over a soggy grave of opportunities and imaginings. Unhindered reflections guide my gaze beyond the horizon in lingering anticipation, as every fiber of my being begs the question of capitulation and acceptance. Encumbered by the dolor which fills my bleeding heart, free-falling tears heal my wounds and I begin to succumb to the tranquility of the surrounding ambience. Exposing my soul- my freedoms and desires- I breathe a deep sigh of relief, and grasp the concept of just how precious the gift of life really is. Written by: Jessica N. Brooks Date completed: Tuesday July 1, 2003 |