Floating, I drift with the wind.
Helplessly flying with no direction, until I feel the soft earth beneath me and I nestle in the soil of life. Here I lay waiting for the sun to lift me up so I may blossom, and be what I am destined to become.
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50 word count
This is for the Kayleigh Fraser unofficial challenge. This entry may be a late one but what he heck
Here is my other entry into this challenge\;
Power in your words
In a world where silence often feels like the norm, the power of words can be profound. Words have the ability to shape minds, ignite revolutions, and change the course of history. They hold within them the potential to inspire, to comfort, to challenge, and to heal. With each syllable uttered or written, we weave a tapestry of human experience,
By Ekombe haua day ago in Fiction
Comments (14)
Jason this is such a wonderful little story and such well timed for the (hopeful) coming of spring! Great work my friend!!
So well written! How pleasing for my eyes! It's nice after being off vocal for a while to come back and see the same names blessing the platform
I don't know, J, this one seems seedy & to kinda drift. Still, I'm sure it will become fruitful, lol.
This felt so delicate! A lovely take on the challenge prompt, nicely done J 👌🤍🙏
Nature can sometimes be brutal, but you brought the soft and tender part...needed that
Strikingly poignant work! Cheers to blooming :)
So small, and yet so huge. Just like your story!
This was filled with so much hope and optimism! Loved your take on the challenge!
You did quite a bit with such an economy of words! A ending of purpose and promise! Great entry!
Got love daffodils
'j' ~ Happy Holiday ~ 'j'
Late or not - this is elegant. ❤
You said a lot with such a little. I haven't been ignoring everyone, just got back from vacation. Had a wonderful time until I fell down a staircase and ruptured a disc.
Aw JBaz this is such tiny...profound piiece. Delicate and beautiful 🤍