And just for thought...
It would be odd if the patterns of my life were taken seriously in every sense.
A girl wandering through a forest, ignores the trees and grasps at sunlight.
I found my way, given a chance to live this life right.
I look at my throw rugs, the pictures on the mantel, knowing I was one of the lucky ones.
Some spend their whole existence wandering, never finding their home but I did.
The fresh flowers I bought at the market yesterday sit on my bedside table.
I smell them and know that life is always full of blooms, sometimes multiple.
It would be odd of the path of my life wasn't scrutinized but I can't complain.
I have nothing to complain about.
A woman, I learned grace even after the sun eluded me for years.
I made my way back with hope, the wind that kept pushing me forward.
I can live the rest of my life with faith that the trees will never disappear again.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.