Time’s chill passed through me like the winter days ahead that where coming, with grace my eye’s looked up at heaven, hoping to see wonder through and through, while contemplating the wishes of a young girl, this young girl inside that grew up to be, my thoughts dwelled back to time of seashores roaring hunger, as my feet waved through the soft pebbles of sand that soothed me, I could only think of the days of clear blue skies, like a painted canvas, the bluest of the blue, and the white clouds that shimmered lights ray through them, whispering words that would carry me through a mirror of yesterday, the cliff so wide an open reached out to me, asking me about the days of long ago, wondering thoughts of carriages, and the horse’s that guided them through the streets of history’s walk, time spoke to me, as did nature, life befriended me, memories echoed sentiments to me, all the while displaying pictures through my stained glass eye’s of what was, nothing cried out more to me then life’s moment’s, each with meaning, each counted time like father clock, as it ringed away seconds taken and giving, an envelope of time, to pass down, as will the pages of my diary, this claimed my soul, as will the painted portrait that looked back at me hanging from the east wings hall, blazing fire’s a dance that only I swayed too, history called out, friendly and the ink ran from my pen no more.
A poignant story about letting go of a narcissist in your life. Have you ever been attacked FULL force by a narcissist? It's the closest thing to being stabbed over and over in the back.
