Shadow of Whimsy

Strolling through a world of whimsy.
Shielded by positive affirmations.
Unaware of the impending darkness.
Life is magical, until you get brutally awakened.
How does one handle honesty, when lines are crossed between untruths?
This beast of life will consume and crush.
Fragments of people, places and things.
Ideas drifting into endless possibilities.
Are you awake?

Her Will: Gate #Poetry

The gate was looming over her
The massive twists of iron and steel
Rust flaking
Causing an amber rain
Rotting from the inside
Much like her mind
This was her chance to be free
Her hands torn and bloody
She wasn’t going to quit
Not today
She willed her body onward
Gripping the metal which moaned in protest
This was her chance at freedom
At life

gatestruggle

via Daily Prompt: Gate