I am a light that burns to shine and shines to illuminate
If you can not see with your eyes open
Close them.
I am a light that burns to shine and sines to illuminate
Some see the sun but can not feel its warmth.
I am a light that burns to shine and sines to illuminate
Love is love will conquer, even in the presence of hate.
I am a light that burns to shine and sines to illuminate
I am a light
With or without permission.
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Stacy A Johnson
Writer, Poet, Photographer
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Pretty Yellow Dress
They dressed me in yellow from my head to my toenails. They said it was beautiful, like sunshine, rainbows, and flowers on Sunday morning. The dress was frilly, my hair pressed smooth. And the tips of my ears sizzled and burned from the heat of the hot comb--my edges had to be straight. Hush now, don't you want to be pretty?
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If you have ever heard a tale about yourself that you cannot remember and doubtless think is made up, you will know how I felt when Tharkin related all that the eagle had seen of me before my memories were scattered. Of far distances and traveling companions that I did not recall, camping out under the stars and making our way to the mountains with deliberate purpose. The great bird had lost contact with my party once we entered the forests, and the seven other members were not seen again by him or his brethren since.
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