what is

They flutter and tremble in the breeze,
Ribbon shreds of possibility,
Slowly slipping through her fingers,
What should and would and ought to be.

They whisper sweetly of dreams and hopes,
Wonderful, grand, and boundless,
Begging her to dream of all that awaits,
A future of beauty and happiness.

Look at us, think of us, they cry.
But with a smile, she sets them free,
Releasing them to the capricious winds,
Liberating herself from what could be.

The whispers fade, carried far away.
In the silence, her soul emerges.
The ribbons that bound her life have vanished.
What remains, what is left — what is.

2 Comments

  1. Christina Carson
    Feb 05, 2012 @ 15:35:05

    Right beautiful, Halee. And very insightful. Even though I’m a novelist, I still contend the kings and queens are the poets. Reign on, and TY for the lovely moment you gave me.

    Reply

    • halee
      Feb 05, 2012 @ 16:38:27

      Thanks Christina! It’s an honor to create that moment for you.

      Reply

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