I live my life through the words I write
If she can work part time
in a store
to pay the bills
and devote her afternoons
to writing her novel,
owning her dream to be a novelist
and tell world
she is a writer
then
I can work my part time job
to pay the bills
and devote my non-work time
to writing my novel
owning my dream of being a novelist
and tell the world
I am a writer.
I can do it, too.
Another book devoured
within hours.
The joy I experienced
within Lucy’s world
had me skyrocketing
to corners of imagination
and learning sensations of my body
seldom visited
or experienced.
Living out what-if scenarios
in detail
through until the end,
mirroring the tangents
of my own imagination,
I found someone:
a writer, a character,
who thinks the same way I do.
The emotional journey
I traveled with Lucy
both resembled and outshone
similar journeys I have embarked upon
alone.
Solace and comfort and
inspiration
from a single story
of two possible realities
winding and intertwining
together
messy and imaginative
and meant to be
each in their own right.
Maybe whichever path we choose
is the right one
for us at that specific time.
And maybe
life has a way
of interjecting paths together
even after we think
we have left one behind.
– Inspired by the book “What Might Have Been” by Holly Miller
I believe I read your character accurately
when I met you.
I believe you to be
humble, genuine, kind, loyal, loving
still, now,
as you seemed before.
I believe you to be
‘one of the good ones’, a shining light
upon this Earth
and the lives of those you touch,
including mine.
I will remember you in fondness,
in hope for the future, your future
and what you will create for all of us.
I will cherish your light
and the way you reminded me
that gut instincts, sometimes, are spot-on.
I am lucky to have met you,
and cherish the changes evolving in me
since that day,
the changes you remain oblivious to,
for the better.
Time passes by me
quickly, effortlessly, joyfully.
I barely comprehend where it’s gone
when I look up at the clock
to register the difference in numbers.
That’s what the story does to me.
I enter a new, beautiful world,
a world I created.
I could stay there for hours.
I come alive there. I feel my heart glow.
And when I step away,
I’m counting down the minutes
until I can return.
If I can embody
myself
what I have created for her,
maybe
I can reclaim the connection
to her
I feel, in fear, I have lost.
Dawning Words 