Dandelion: Melody Chepil

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: Melody Chepil

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