To lay my heart on the line again was something I wouldn't have imagined until you Footfalls echo on empty floors and empty walls Empty halls that once rang with our laughter Only the reverberation of my heartbeat now loud and clear The result of taking the risk Copyright 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved #Name Your Number Challenge Click here for info and to join in!
* * I know I wrote recently about being an introvert, but I wanted to post this. I am submitting this piece online and I hope it gets picked up. I’ve reworked my original piece and I think I’ve got something worthwhile here. I hope you enjoy.
Do you have a friend or a family member that always begs off when it comes to social gatherings? Do they duck out early at a party? Do they seem to be “not feeling well” or have a headache again, when they are asked to join in?
Then your loved one might be an introvert.
It had been so cold and alone, those days in the dark.
There was a sadness on her soul and also in her heart.
She looked to the stars, the moon and the sun.
Warmth had turned it’s back, she thought she was done.
A Knight appeared before her and reached out to take her hand.
He was unlike any other in this unforgiving land.
His eyes shone bright, through the armor of rust.
He was covered with honor, love and trust.
The armored arms enveloped her; strong but soft and warm.
She was safe, she was safe, she would come to no harm.
She looked up into the eyes of the Rusty Knight’s eyes of green.
Her soul was being cared for, like it had never been.
He said “Take my hand M’lady, for treasures are lain before you.”
“Treasures more precious than diamonds. Your soul to be born anew.”
“Your soul in my care will be loved adored and cherished.
Let no dragon cross my path or it is he who will perish.”
She laid her heart at his feet and trembling, took his hand.
Her future was in his eyes, her past now a wasteland.
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