Silvery witch hairs mingle with the whispers of rebellion.
Crowned with years wild and wise.
Defiance in every line.
I will not go quietly, I will not go today.
Lines and furrows map paths of sunshine and smiles.
A life etched deep, refusing to fade.
Eyes wide open, illuminated by life lived.
Hands that once orchestrated grace, now knotty pine.
Joy carved through laughter, softened by love.
Aging, a privilege not afforded to many–finds me here.
I will not go quietly, I will not go today.
Where life has been lived, light still remains.
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T.L. McConaughy
Weaver of stories & guide of souls. Up-market women’s fiction with a shimmer of magic—strong heroines trading trauma for tenacity. Hope • Heart • Harmony. I heal, inspire, transform.
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Do you see it? The electricity, the spark, the kindling flame between you and me? Can you feel our restless spirits, yearning to touch, yearning to be wild, yearning for someone to calm and soothe the thirst of the lust? The flames can't be smothered, the embers burn bright, blinding me, consuming me.
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Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
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Wooohooooo congratulations on your honourable mention! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
What a lovely celebration of age! I enjoyed this very much