The Flames of Destiny

The feeling of loss surrounds your soul waving in currents to soak all that was whole. Your hands fly to your throat in a desperation to end the rising smoke.  Your full grasp of love and life has fallen from your hands, tumbling down into the depths of the cold dark floor of the forgotten. Searching through the haze of smoke you wish to find a light. Searching for the one who can end this cursed blight.433399

But you stop, for there with a flickering in your eye you see the man who once did this to you as he smiled.  He starts the fire and mocks you as he strolls away with a laughing vile. The smoke clears, but the energy in the room thickens. The fire grows and blocks the doorway to your freedom.
What to do, what to do, shall you fall as well to the blackened tunnel?

The image of the man haunts the corners of your mind. You reach out to the flames ready to tackle them without hesitation of any kind. Your life may be at stake, and the world you knew was gone, but now at the uncertainty of your faith you stand strong. With nothing left to use you pick up your shoes. Storm through the front gate of this hellish world of late. You pummel through the door, with the flames sucking on your clothes that want you to deplore. You scream and yell, but in a triumphant chant of excel. You fall through to the other side in a place where you cannot hide. Out in the open with the air above. The world finally screaming out its love. You feel the passion like a lovers kiss, as you wake up into this new world of bliss.

Sometimes when we feel that our lives are slipping away, all it takes is one faithful stance to stay. Keep your heads up my beloved friends, for soon one day we shall all be together in the end.

(Feel free to comment and tell me what you think! 🙂 )

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An Expression of Rejection

To express one’s self on a page is hard to do. It comes from the soul hidden deep behind the corners of your mind. All you want to focus on is what feels real, what feels right.

But then you get rejection after rejection and you can’t help to think that maybe your miracle will never happen.

Becoming published is a business you must have patience in, which I lack severally. I wish the day would come where I can float among the clouds of achievement, where I can see my work on a shelf and I can say “That’s my baby. That’s my treasured book.”

To imagine that moment brings tears of joy to my eyes. To actually think I could be chosen for such a high achievement. I just have to keep telling myself, be patient, work hard, and  soon you’ll get there.

If you are in the same position as I am, I just want you to know that a rejection isn’t the end of the world. You just have to believe that out of all the thousands of literary agents out there only ONE is perfect for you. We just haven’t found them yet.

Stay inspired to write, and you’ll get there when the time is right.

A. Willow