From fearful to FEARLESS, is a shorter leap than most would think.
I recently read a post by Tara Reed on theArtLicensingBlog.comentitled“Comfort or Courage?”A great post that it all comes down to a choice between being comfortable and or being uncomfortable for a while when you chose to be courageous.
“Most of the things you dream of, that you don’t already have, are just outside that comfort zone. Here’s to your creative success!” – Tara Reed
Tara helps artists succeed by bridging the gap between creativity and business. Check out her post “Comfort or Courage” and choose to be courageous. You never know what just may happen or is within your reach!
I am taking a leap of courage the next two months and participating in the OctPoWriMo and NaNaWriMo! Write a poem a day during October, 31 in all, and write a 50,000 word novel during November. Watch for updates!
This is somewhat of a follow-up or companion piece to my recent poem ‘Comes A Reckoning’ which was inspired by the prompt about Social Change posted on The Reverie. There is evil in the world and we must protect the innocence of our daughter’s and son’s when we can by choosing to be a light in the dark. You will make a difference, the question is what kind of difference will you make? ~M
Whether she was conceived in love, or not. Under the cover of darkness, or in the light. Born into untainted innocence, she still shines. Like diamonds in the sky. A candle lit for all to see, lighting a path for others into tomorrow. She grows more beautiful, as times slowly goes by. The world is full of adventure to explore, and the innocence remains.
But sinister evil lurks, behind lurid smiles. Hiding dark thoughts and twisted desires. They seek to take what is not theirs, a gift that was hers only to one day freely give. The winds howl and thunder rolls, as she screams, “NO!” Through the pounding beats of her shattered heart. Within her mind he will now forever reside, banging a drum for all time.
He took from her only what he desired. Using and abusing he carelessly left behind only a scarred shell. The dark velvet of trickery and deceit, silenced her screams. He easily snuffed out her candle’s flame, in a moment of his twisted glee. Is she forever lost and fallen, an angel with no wings. For somewhere deep within she hides from so many other things. Her heart has melted into a pool, like a candles puddled wax.
He took something she can never get back. My father’s heart breaks as I look into her eyes. The pain, the sorrow, where the only the haunting, now resides. To protect at all costs and shield her from the misery and pain is my mission. I will kill and destroy those who come, to take from her only what they desire. These are the hard hands that softly picked her up when she fell. These same hands that gently cradled her to ease her pain. Comes a reckoning with these same hard hands, and you only have yourself to blame.
This poem was written in response to the prompt to write About the Social Change You Want to See posted by Tamara Woods on The Reverie, a poetic publication journal. Whether it is child sex trafficking, child sexual abuse or rape; as a father and a man it sickens my stomach. This is pure evil that perverts what is pure for its own twisted desires. It exists in the world and it is up to us to be vigilant and to do what we can to protect and help the innocent.
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