Soft Light
Soft Dreams
In the candle light of predawn I press keys to fingertip trying to build tale one sentence at a time.
In hindsight I have always been a writer using different methodology before arriving here in front of you. I used to write my stories in song form with band mates and then perform them live. A thespian in hiding perhaps, or maybe singer aspiring towards A Star is Born.
Like so many of you, life sidetracked me nearly bringing me to my knees. Truth be told my knees are well worn from prayer and physical damage before surgery gave me second chance. There is a time when I was told I may never walk again, worse yet, I probably wouldn’t live.
God cares little for mankind’s limited vision and knowledge.
A benefit for a dreamer such as I.
I am grateful for my nativity, too belligerent to give up, too stupid to believe them.
I miss performing, but I miss running more. Again I will begin the art of dieting, and hopefully a way to dislike myself less.
I have purchased two new pair of running shoes, now I must eject the baggage bound to this weary frame.
The last four years have worn me to the quick and I know if I do not take action now. I may never materialize my dreams.
Responsibly is a double edge sword capable of consuming your very soul if allowed to roam free. The balance of compassion along with it extinguishes many a flame.
A year here with all of you has only strengthened my desire to be a published author. Not just any but read, read and teared over, laughed with, fearful and hopeful for the characters contained within my pages.
I ask a lot, knowing I must have a piece of your heart and life while you become lost in my tales.
But isn’t that what dreams are made of, I believe so as I watch the flicker of the candlelight play against the walls.
Grateful you joined me while I’m caught wearing my heart upon my sleeve.
Here before you, I hope to turn a new page. One I hope you will be compelled to read.
