Thursday, March 31, 2022

HER BROKEN WINGS COULD FLY

My world had turned techno-colored. I would have never dreamed the expression could have any association with the rich vibrant colors I had found in the wildflowers, the rich, green grass, or the myriads of leaves hanging from giant hardwood trees. My world has lost its vivid brightness, had faded to almost black-and-white, with but a mere hint of color. As if someone had come along and begun to lay in some color and somehow become distracted never to return, leaving but the slightest hue of what could have been….

I would have been almost mesmerized had I been able to focus on anything at all—except for the soul wracking pain that had filled my world to the exclusion of everything else.


~Lenore Wolfe

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