May 15th, 2013

Lilacs

May 15th, 2013 03:18 pm
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May 15, 2013 

        Lilacs grow outside my window. And the sky is gray; the type of gray just before a storm. My house is quiet and, as I watch, tiny seeds rain down from the tree in my yard, caught tightly in the wind. The tree is tall and powerful, ivy wrapped around its trunk. The dark leaves clash so beautifully against its pale Sycamore skin. It’s a tragedy it is suffocating, but that’s what ivy does. It kills. 
The seeds fall onto the cement; to places where they can never grow. As they fall they look almost like snow, or maybe even ash. I let myself imagine that they’re something more than just seeds. 
Because when you imagine it doesn't matter who you are; when you dream you are anyone. First I am a lover, then a warrior. 
A fighter, then a Goddess. 
A am a nobody from Tennessee who got an unlikely shot. 
And I am a hero, and I have saved the day. 
And then I am back home. And lilacs grow outside my window. 

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