The promise of spring.
Rain.
Flower buds.
Light breezes.
Green leaves.
Melting snow.
Saplings.
Hope too.
That most of all.
Posted in response to the challenge Spring 2026 Writing Contest.
The promise of spring.
Rain.
Flower buds.
Light breezes.
Green leaves.
Melting snow.
Saplings.
Hope too.
That most of all.
Posted in response to the challenge Spring 2026 Writing Contest.
I always try to be sunshine.
Happiness incarnate.
Funny and easygoing.
Helping my friends feel good.
Making sure nobody worries about me.
But sometimes I just want to escape it.
I wish I was underwater, my thoughts drowned out by silence.
The world above me muted.
The water cooling my skin.
Surrounded by that velvety liquid we call water.
That miracle.
Oh, how I wish I were underwater.
Girls in fairy tales, are always saved.
Why? Why can't they save themselves?
Why does Cinderella have to marry a prince to get out of her stepfamily's grasp?
Why do Sleeping Beauty and Snow White need a prince to wake them?
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