a glorious discovery
A glorious discovery:the future is a malleable sun,
a light of every color
waiting, hushed, to be unwound.
There is no road
of predetermined destinations
as once I had feared;
the road waits to be created
by my every step.
Every day a choice,
every moment with its own destiny
contained therein,
every breath newborn.
I hold a box of watercolor crayons
in a white paper world,
and one cannot stand guilty
or color outside the lines
if such walls do not exist.
The happy ending I was promised
lives not in boxes long since signed and sealed,
but in eyes just beginning to open:
sleeping beauty eyes
just kissed by the prince of possibility.
posted by amanda @ 6:02 PM
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