Passionate, eclectic, late bloomer, embarking on a journey to liberate my true spirit.
I wrote in high school. You know, the kind of stuff that ONLY teenage girls can produce. Stuff that Hallmark would reject. I'm pretty sure my creative spirit went screaming into the dark recesses of my brain in defense.
In recent months I have, as stated above, embarked on a journey and it seems my creative spirit feels this journey is a worthy endeavor and has deemed to join me.
A sample for your acceptance or rejection:
Birth of a Snowdrop
I have lain here, dormant, waiting
In a place of Voodoo and magic
A Dragon and a Phoenix as my guides
I lay myself down for Shadow and the Dragon
In sweet surrender, i give in wild abandon
They have fed me and coaxed me from the fecund earth
They will nourish me and feed me, that i may grow
And open for them my soft petals
That they may feed forever on my sweet nectar
