I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.
I find myself angry,
Frustrated at worldly confusion.
There is so much waste in the world.
So much wasted on words.
I steal my words from thick air that beckons me to breathe deeply to inhale the illusions. They float through my mind silently touching the mad recesses of my mind. Soon a bewildering darkness beckons me to become one with it’s mania.
It seduces me.
I don’t resist.
My character is seduced with rapturous charm.
It’s addiction is not denied.
Resistance is exhausted from within.
A wave of elusive happiness washes over me.
Not even fight or flight is present.
Is the future on time?
Will the future be denied it’s own fate?
Who knows such secrets?
The ancestors of long ago told stories to keep the future alive.
It was complex and complicated.
It’s been a long and lengthy process to keep the future alive.
Assimilated energy and knowledge of the great ancestors and their stories continues to flow down through the ages for generations to come. Listen carefully.
© 2021 Laurie S Novak
Laurie S Novak (author) from Michigan on May 01, 2021:
Thanks for your comment and insight, Peggy.
Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on May 01, 2021:
"The ancestors of long ago told stories to keep the future alive." Verbal histories were the norm long before the words were in print. There are also cave drawings and the like that tell a story. We should listen and learn from the past.