As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree' -- probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on. - Woody Allen

Twists and Turns

it was somewhere during that first day of never gonna happen when the blinders suddenly blew off, now faced with the stark reality of what is all she could do was laugh blind-sided, she turned and looked back deep into the recesses of what was left of her once functioning mind, desperately seeking that place where life held out dreams without strings daffodils and butterfly wings, where smiles were found and now gone without a trace blown to smithereens it was never supposed to end like this fragmented conversations wrapped around caustic comments snide remarks, senseless accusations manifesting out of nowhere when you thought all was well, and peace was your friend. knocking you back two steps, when you were already down and it was all you could do, to breathe as you scraped back to reality grasping for anything to pull you away from the nightmare that jumped out, front and center whatever happened to comfort and safety warm nights around the fire, toasting the future with glasses of red and that future was ours to believe nothing was impossible until this...

© alisajs


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