From elegance of a poem, coming out of my comfort zone for a short story or to the greatness of a novel. I share my love of writing on this blog.
I am mine
You are mine, the wind whispered through the trees,
The sun danced on the grave stones focusing my eyes,
It darted from side to side; I felt a shiver down my spine, despite the day’s warmth.
You are mine; the seagulls screeched their song from the sky,
As I stood there wandering what to do now,
You are mine, the church bells chimed and sang their song, it echoed in my ears.
I wanted to run, to be free to be alone, not joined to anyone.
I moved hesitantly towards the new grave, you are mine the flowers whispered to me.
I knelt down and held my head in my hands and stared.
NO I shouted, I’m not yours, I shook as my voice was found.
You are gone and in the ground, for you can’t control, we are none for I am mine
I am mine alone you see, my dear sweet twin, finally I belong to me.