Sometimes you can tell what is lingering beneath the surface, the shining reflection stares back at you, and you understand you’re that person who wants and needs to express her existence, through illness, through wellness, which status, it does not matter, your arranged words determine the careful revelations of your circumstances. You then wipe the reflection aside, slap the surface away, dig desperately through the lake where memories lurk, until you discover bones and meat and elbows and toes and further down your treasures: your sparkles, your fizz, your fairy wings which helped you rise and fly lightly around the globe, that light which had dragged many unfortunate moths, toward their ending flame. Yet you are far more intelligent, you won’t allow yourself to burn, with your wings and sparkles, you sprinkle your considered phrases and words, and then fly up and away, your tales are no longer unheard, laden with surprises, won't you continue to sparkle and shine? © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by Erica O. from Pixabay
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