The Utopia of my soul is a vivid paradise, beautiful for the beholder to see
Bright yellow as the sun's rays,
My energized soul takes delight in absorbing the joy
That has engulfed me, that is infused within me
The calmness of the deep blue sea's waves, breathes new life into my soul
The roots of my soul are covered in the lush green vegetation of prosperity
As it begins to blossom once more
Sweet tranquility in the prismatic streams of enlightenment,
Water shimmering like stars as the sun bids its goodbye
In the horizon, a bright auburn haze peeks through the sinking white clouds
As a blue gray moon rises to kiss the sky
In this paradise, red, burning sands of pressing anger
Have been frozen by the continuous winds of peace
Bright-colored flowers, purple, pink, yellow representing a newfound joy
A multi-colored garden with no more dull, gray weeds
The Utopia of my soul is a vivid paradise,
A retreat from reality’s woes
Down the rainbow staircase, upon the white, wispy clouds
I escape to my paradise once more
My Utopia reminds me that I am a beautiful, that I am strong
I take in the peace and wisdom as I take my leave
Remembering that the aura of my soul is unique
As I return back to reality
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Another Glass of Merlot
Maybe he isn't coming, she thought to herself as she sipped on her glass of Merlot. She wondered why she agreed to this blind date, but her best friend insisted that she meet this man. At least it was something to do, otherwise, she would be sitting at home watching movies and eating cookie dough ice cream. Checking the time, she decided to go to the ladies' room to check her hair and outfit. For someone who had been out the dating game for a minute, she was rocking this little black dress, she thought as she glanced in the mirror. As she left the ladies' room, she walked to the table expecting her date to not be there, giving her a valid excuse to go home and crack open her ice cream. However, the finest man she ever saw was greeting her. She was never at a loss for words, but this man made her forget her name for a minute. All she could mutter was, "Hi". Pulling her chair out, he made sure she sat down. Fine and a gentleman, too good to be true, she thought. She had to get it together, stay on her guard. Truth is, she had met this type before, gentleman in the beginning, but beast in the end. She stopped having high expectations when it came to dating. As they ordered their food, there was something familiar about him, like she had met him before. The conversation was wonderful, he didn't just talk about himself, but he wanted to know about her goals, her dreams. This cannot be real, she thought to herself. In her mind, her insecurities plagued her as her heart knew she deserved to move on from the hurt that resided. Her insecurities labeled this man the same as others who hurt her. He must have read her mind because he grabbed her hand and said, "I'm not him." Snatching her hand away, she look puzzled. He went on to say that he asked her friend to set the date up. Now, she was ready to grab her purse and go, but she wanted to hear this. Whatever he was about to say, he was about to get told, as well as her best friend. He said he saw her and her friend at the café some months ago. He said she was crying and his heart hurt with hers. Even through her tears, he still thought she was beautiful. She remembered that day, the day she gave up on love, rejected by the man who she thought loved her. As he continued talking, she felt tears form and was glad she wore her waterproof mascara. He said no man should make a woman cry, make her feel like less than a queen. He heard her tell her best friend that she was tired of being hurt and was just done. He wanted to talk to her way before now but didn't want to come off as trying to take advantage of her vulnerability. He wanted her to heal. So, when he saw her and her best friend come in the café he owned the other day, he saw a new light in her; her smile mesmerized him. When he got the chance, he pulled her best friend to the side. He told her that her best friend gave him the business letting him know if he did her friend wrong, there would be consequences. She laughed and said, "That's my bestie". He ended by telling her he understood if she wanted to leave. As she called the waiter over, she could see a look of dejection on her date's face. Grabbing her date's hand, she smiled and told the waiter, "Another glass of Merlot, please."
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