Written By: Anna Bryant The ink of my pen touches the the page as the people touch my heart. Some stab, others grace the page. The color mix, grow, and change. Blending creating an entirely new color. The colors stir the pools of emotions in my soul. Creating new life, new hopes, new dreams. Now for the bigger challenge, To believe there is a stain in me. There are colors all around us in our life's story. We are all storytellers. Shaping and molding the whole story as the ocean tides with many currents making something new. What mark will you leave? Photo By: Denise Bryant
My heart was ragged from the storm. This world was supposed to be different. If I followed your will the door would open, but I can't seem to find a key. Through the trial, I found you. I t was in the rain my will broke. You were there in the rain and the mud. You have found me. You held me. I was not abandoned. Today is a journey. Time of sunshine. Time of rain. Time of rebirth. Seasons. With each step I am walking toward the new. Through all seasons you are there. Comforter for the pain. Lover to the empty. Healer of all. You are there.
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