PROOF OF LIFE

PHOTO BY PIXABAY

Oblivious to crashing waves,
Sodden sand beckons.
An enthralling call,
Drawing me further away,
From desiccated landscapes.
Mountain tops in circular motion,
Become miniature with each passing minute.
Purplish hue radiates abundant beauty,
Amidst its coy revelation.
In a brief, expedient pause,
My silhouette stood tall in grandeur,
Like that of the Trojan Horse.
Unparalleled in the moment,
For my fight is finished.
Refusing to replicate the ramblings,
Of a buoyant militant,
To a place intolerant of my being.
A diminished colony,
Where magnolias remain closed,
Destined to wither away.
Unbridled, adamant stride accelerates,
Fate isn’t held hostage to a mirage,
Coursing through a parched dessert.
May the sand forever quench my feet,
Synchronously embracing every footprint.
As I welcome raucous waves,
Connected are we,
Thriving and free.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

SEVEN…

That's me on the left at seven... Thinking I would one day jump so high that I'd fly
On the right is the grown up version... Knowing it's impossible but my spirit is still the same.
To this day I am still a positive soul
I keep my chin up and my glass is always half full...
Guess some things never change...