Faith

To be honest, I have no answers. 

I don’t know why this keeps happening.

 I won’t always be able to avoid it,

Nor will I always recover smoothly.

But I am to have faith

Maybe not for another chance (another chance will not come)

Maybe I am to have faith that I will smile straight from my heart again.

Maybe that is the answer

But… I have no answers…

Exposed

“But then you’ll see,” she said, hands protectively over her heart.”I want to see,” was his cryptic response, his eyes appealing, begging to see what was lying beneath the protective barrier.

And so she shakily lifted her hands from  the most precious part of her. He saw it…

 She could not read his expression as he turned around, without a word, and walked out of the room leaving her confused and exposed…

Dust

“I want to be a better writer. Help me,” She pleaded. She wanted her words to touch someone. She wanted someone to connect with her ramblings.

The best advice she gave was no different to words of wisdom for the walk of life. “Keep writing… reading also helps with that.” 

And so she must keep scribbling on the page as best she can. Keep turning the page until the ink dries and soon, they will connect…