The sky is frozen.
A moment in time
caught by the flash
and click of a camera.
The birds are stuck
forever in that place.
They no longer fly free,
high and far away.
They belong to me now.
They are part of my story.
They are pieces of the puzzle
that is my life.
That moment in time.
The broken tree in the background
hurt and aching from the storm.
White pebbles in the street
so small they make up the grains
of sand that line the concrete.
But millions upon millions of them
do not steal the focus.
The emphasis is on me.
I am the image.
Me.
Broken down, but standing tall.
A woman stronger than the storm
About the Creator
Arielle Irvine
I’m a lover of words and how they’re arranged. Though I’ve never felt like an amazingly talented writer, I hope you will find my works to be moving and thoughtful, perhaps even beautiful.
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