When gentle breezes turn into gale, remember that you will prevail.
You may tear at these pages daily, in search of peace and tranquillity. Planting hope and scattering wishes, Spilling blood in smears and blemishes... Flying out of the dark on wings of birds. Bridging the rippling void through severed words.
Seeking... Reaching... Imploring... Writing...
Be not wary of eyes that speak. Be not afraid of mouths that leak.
Know that our scribbles are only sacred to us. Emotions and thoughts we bind and truss.
What we put forth, we owe it to ourselves... Bits of us we've kept hidden in the darkest rooms; atop the highest shelves.
You... are wielder of your mighty pen. You... determine how far or long your words would span.
Your words... They're precious gold. Many or little; be them new or old.
So let drip your ink with little reservation... Let us grow from strength to strength as life teaches its lessons.
Rise up and live on in these here pages, For here exist only freedom; not cages.
Dedicated to writers here who are always apprehensive about posting or think very little of their writes.
Know that your words are gold. And the rest of us as readers are lucky enough be granted access into your mind, heart and life.