MirrorsA Poem by Nellie JohnsonThe orange embers were kissing the crisp fall leaves... The smiles were dancing in the shadows, Smoke chasing the toxic beauty, and smothering the innocence. Before we knew it, our laughter was carried away with the wind.
The first snowflake melted on the tip of my tongue, like the words I never thought I'd be able to say. Much like the thoughts I never thought I'd be able to think. The seasons became a variety of ugly sweaters and a battle inside the optimistic pessimist. A maze of confusion filled with memories and shock of how quickly it all changes.
The moment between childhood and having to live pay check to pay check is paper thin.
To think you've learned it all, to think you've lived it all, to think you're prepared for anything... takes the imagination of an introvert.
My mirrors are glued together with the images from the worst days of my life so far with plenty of room for those to come. The strength behind each memory is enough to break any reflection of negativity and self doubt.
The world grows as you learn, and the world learns as you grow. Another day older, another day wiser. Another moment to remember, another day to never regret.
The cherished unbreakable smiles are living in the sky, next to the moment when you realized how hard it is to get by.
Hold your thoughts close and your memories closer. The best memories are on their way.
© 2013 Nellie JohnsonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNellie JohnsonStarbuck, MNAbout"We all have dreams in our heads, words in our mouths, stories in our skin, and ghosts in our hearts.We are little haunted houses, dreaming." Ello, I'm Janelle-but most people call me Nellie .. more..Writing
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