It started one day,as I stopped to listen.All silence had swayed,old memories glistened.Remembering times,my own hands had buried.Reliving the climbs,with anchors I carried.A basket of goals,led me to my escape.Mending scary holes,new beginnings undraped.Given directions,inner guides have been found.Lost in reflections,to awaken by sound. – Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy Response to Sadje’s picture prompt […]


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