The Sea Hawk

From The Creative Corner

  • Unwritten
    I look back on my life and see countless pages left unwritten. I am in the epilogue now,  only two short sheets left until the end of my tale. This should be my happily ever after, yet instead it is only a reminder of my wasted potential. So many words I could have said, places… Read more: Unwritten
  • Uncertainty
    I never know if it is worth hoping. Some days, I can have faith that the light will be there at the end of the tunnel even though I can’t see it yet. Other days, I feel I am deluding myself,  searching for the end of the tunnel that will never come, like Sisyphus and… Read more: Uncertainty
  • Cosmic Voices
    The western horizon welcomed the sun into its bed, and overhead the sky became streaked and speckled with light. “Look up,” said the stars, “and all your dreams will reveal themselves.” So the boy continued on, wading through the thistles and strangling vines as he journeyed towards the sea. “Keep going,” said the stars, as… Read more: Cosmic Voices
  • Under Lock and Key
    I locked myself up and threw away the key. No more shame. No more fear. No more. . . joy. They will not be seen. They are mine, not yours, and I do not trust you with me.
  • The View Above The Sky
    Some people believe heaven is the highest point in the sky, so where would I be if I went beyond the sky? What would I see if I floated up with an umbrella, stretched my hand out, and looked past the clouds? `I would see stars that give light to the darkness. I would notice… Read more: The View Above The Sky
  • What Will I Become?
    I opened my eyes to find a blackened abyss. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear anything. Where am I? What happened? I don’t remember a thing. I’m trapped and I can’t get out. But what am I tapped in? How am I stuck? My whole body is cold. My whole body is… Read more: What Will I Become?
  • Thoughts
    My thoughts are there. They demand to be said. So I open my mouth to speak– I squeak. As they slip past my tongue where they jumble. I stumble. over one, word into another. Again and, again, I bumble I fumble control crumbling till I– tumble. I swear it was there in my head. So… Read more: Thoughts
  • The Black Mail Box
    Everyday I walk onto the dirty grey sidewalk. The rain clouds greyer than the walkway but lighter than my heart, The raindrops fall as clear as day and The black box stands only five feet away. As I get closer the voices get louder Back to black swirling around me in darkness. Three feet away… Read more: The Black Mail Box

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