Revelations
Darian Lane
in issue eight
Scintillations
Surf’s Up
A Right to the Left
Hooray Soleil
The Power of Letting Go
Fuzzy Alien Antennae
Storms and Silence
Incredible Shrinking Woman
Apologizing to Mandy
Sex in the Outback
Dream Interpretation
Moody Girl
Younger Self
Single (again)
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Single Sunflower
Porch
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Smith Doors
Subway Guy
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My Illusion
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Issue Ten: Free Write
I am standing at the edge of a cliff, made of
molten rock, centuries old.
Peering over the edge, my eyes look downward and I cannot tell
where the rock is enjoined with the earth.
I can hear the splashing of the waves as the tide reaches the
cliff.
I can feel the clouds enveloping me, like a child, in a cold
embrace
I can see the darkness below, the darkness above and the
darkness beside me.
I want to cry out, but my voice evades me; all that reaches
the air is a whimper so low it's almost inaudible.
I crave light. My memory relates light with warmth and I long
to feel warm.
I feel so cold right now.
The cold is seeping into my bones, and making me shiver.
I close my eyes trying to shut out the darkness, remembering
the light.
Remembering the warmth that radiates from the light.
Let my mind be free!
In my dream I now realize this is my revelation:
The cliff represents my obstacles.
The dark represents my fear.
The cold represents my past.
The light represents my future.
What my soul deeply craves is happiness.
Every day I move forward, leaving my past behind, and I
don’t feel so cold anymore.
With every decision a glimmer of light breaks the darkness.
With every accomplishment I get one step further from the edge
of the cliff.
With all these things behind me, I see all the light in my
future
With that light, I now have a voice that lets me
scream..."I am free!"
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