Colossal

My Shadow vanishes into a swarm of Black feathers,

Curving the Light around me. They flutter

Into the Wind, transforming into a

Colossal of my Life. It begins to walk the Earth,

Leaving footprints of its Memory of the Past

Forever engraved in the soft ground. Is this

Colossal the crafted image of my Life? Or is it

A sign of my internal Nightmare?

-Stephanie N. Knight

Reviews

[John]

Immense, huge and tremendously looking for a sign of spirit that was never there before or "Is this collosal the crafted image of my life?...

Lovely!

[Stephanie Knight]

Thank you for that brief compliment. I like to remain deep or personal in hopes that those whom read my work can grasp a bit of how my life, my personality, my mind is.

[John]

And it's quite intriguing too to decipher being you...