Bending as a branch pressed by the fury of the Storm…
These thoughts carry the stamps of a Life Lived.
Trail markings painting a portrait of moments gone but still treasured…
Answering the thoughts wrapped in a question,
Fear holding it unanswered.
Why give into the Fear of the Unknown, possibilities forsaken; Forsaking your creative rights to write your own story.
Where the Brave are described giving Glory to the one that Titled them both Women and Men to be,
When answering the question,