And then sitting here, glancing at everything around me now...
It all seems so surreal. That everything found here was once me.
These words all belonged to me; came from me and my life.
Some make me sad, some proud, and others rejuvenate me.
There's a whole life lived here.
Reading through old love stories, knowing that me never saw the husband, house, and two more children coming.
Those love stories are gone - memories in the wind.
New ones were created.
And yet, I feel the need to go back in time...
Grab that little girl's hand...
Look her in the eyes and let her know, no matter what, we get out of this, I know, I know we'll never forget...
You were a warrior.
We were warriors.
Boudicca.
Fierce, outspoken, fiercely protective, and unwilling to quietly accept injustice.
We did it.
Welcome home.
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Ecrits Blogophilia Week 16.18 - Rock of Ages
Hard Bonus: Incorporate a lyric from the band Deep Purple
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1 comment:
WELCOME BACK, dear Blogophilian! What a delight to read you again, it has been so long. You are a warrior, and your life story proves you are a victor as well! Beautifully written, and KUDOS to you, Dear Earthling! xo
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