In the garden of a scribbler of dreams


Bones become weeds of the words that rise from the ashes of their darkest corners.
Sharing desires with the brightest ray of light
Blooming from the deepest of wombs.
Bleeding to be heard
From the cracks within the pavement
Of a broken, shattered heart
Feeding tears of sorrow
From a quiet, stormless sky
A story to be told
Lies awake all through the night
Shelter it from cold
Nuture it with might
In the garden of a scribbler of dreams
Everything comes to life


Published by: wordsbecomelegacies

New to the blogging world, this is a way for me to grow as a writer. Hopefully, I learn time management to achieve the goals I've had for years but never seem to get a good solid start on. To put my work out there for others to enjoy. For the number of stories I write to grow in not only quantity, but quality. And to someday have a published book. The typical dreams and aspirations of someone with too many words. =)

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