Not all paths are straight and narrow;
some curve like questions in the dark...
looping memories,
twisting through the heart—
A spiral is a journey inward,
outward,
a wandering,
a map—
written by the wind.
A dance with the unseen,
a delicate design.
Truth is often circles;
it cannot always climb—
Each turn, a shedding—
Each step, a flame—
Returning of the self,
Keep digging.
Love is all you'll find.
About the Creator
Madison Jade
~Just a fairy full of feelings~
Spreading love, chaos, and pixie dust.
intended to open the heart, expand the mind, and sparkle the soul.
Thank you for being here,
You. Are. Loved.
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