I am like an unread book
sitting on the shelf
waiting to be opened up
to experience a second look.
I was read before but put away
afraid somehow the words would stay
inside my soul which was not whole...
because the dark side made me hide --
pushing me to the other side.
Reading the forward chapter
I'm finding there's so much light to capture.
In each word there is a moment
that stands still...
like a beautiful mountain, or a hill...
where I can choose to reach up
grasping the stars...
I am pulling them in
showing my light,
that shines within.