You said you miss those times when I used to be all about roses, butterflies, and rainbows. Oh, but I still am. Except I’ve grown to see that roses have thorns and sometimes butterflies have broken wings. Even rainbows have shades of gray. Yet they are perfectly beautiful just as they are.

© 2018 magicofwords

Author’s Note: this piece was inspired by a fellow poet and follower who said he sometimes misses my earlier writings. Thank you for being there on my journey.

over and out

Picture_20180115_221943832It had been a restless night. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The alarm went off at 7AM sharp, but she was already up, getting ready to leave it all behind. Unwillingly.

The suitcase was packed. The closet was empty. She took one last look in the mirror, her reflection staring back at her in disbelief. What now?

Could she have done anything differently, she pondered? She wiped away tears of regret, sadness, and apprehension and tried to compose herself.

And then came the inevitable knock on the door. She was only one taxi ride away from losing the American dream.

© 2018 magicofwords