Pretending

I have experienced so much beauty in this lifetime. The world is not defined as tightly as many people would have us believe. There are still unknown flowers to be found and sweet boundaries to be leaped over. The mirror does not have to reflect from just one angle and poetry is not simply written in words.

It is possible to do what others deem impossible, or improbable, or perhaps even just not right, without offending God or myself, if I keep my heart in the light and my soul within the confines of the Way. It is possible to do many amazing things, but there are also consequences.

Stepping backwards into the light is like the fountain of youth. Emerging, I am wrapped in a love beyond understanding, but wisdom cannot insulate me from the real world and this new found warmth quickly fades away, leaving me once more the woman I am. I pretend it was only a story, even write it out and hide it in the truth, but I cannot fool myself.

Consequences abound and the echoes whisper tears into my eyes.