Writing

I watch you shine, so full of light,
While I am stuck here at night,
Once I had dreams, a path so clear,
But now I hide my pain and fear.

If only I had that strength then things would have been different.

We would still share a home,

Memories that we once shared 

With laughter and love

What if I were her? 

What if I was the girl you liked in 5th grade, the one with long, silky hair 

The one with a slim body

A pretty voice, beautiful eyes… 

Flame to finger 

Burn away the remembering 

smoke leaving through windows 

trace of yearning

to exploit the whispers that come from deep inside 

I know you feel it 

Protection

Protection is a blanket

Like a blanket that protects you from the monsters

But remove the blanket

Francis was a time traveler born in 1900. He found an old lantern in his parents attic at the age of seven. It was in an old wood crate that had nothing but the lantern in it.