Dandelion. Standing tall, royal in a field of inferiority. Yellow, almost sacred. Then slowly tufting, Turning into soft stretches of tufty silver. Make a wish the end has come Individual seeds make their way into flight as they soar across the sky landing Only where the wind takes them.
A New Beginning So much to feel. All at one time Overwhelmed with hurt and pain. Aching all over. Breaking away from the past. Starting again. Oh my heart. Oh my soul. All that is within thee Makes with rejoicing. Why rejoice? There is too much sorrow. But turning the page; that is a triumph
Freedom Holding my breath waiting for the Next moment to exhale feeling Trapped at the edges frayed at the strings. Awful, just ready to pop and explode. Knowing there Is no answer but to keep going on. Lost in a field of flowers. Wanting, hoping, trying with all my might to come Home where openness … Continue reading Freedom: Melody Chepil
My song is quietly sung in the dark and shouted from rooftops in the bright sunlight of a new day. It is that which is dared to be spoken aloud. The secrets of being and the know of knowing echoes through my skin and dances through my heart, thrilling, waiting near and far. Going away … Continue reading My Song: Melody Chepil