Every morning I sit and draw upon the things within
my
soul.
The paper reflects the thoughts that are hidden from
the
world.
I’m sure in time or in later years someone will discover
who I was.
I rise early each morning with a burning desire to
see where
my mind
will take me – to see if I can go where others have
never been.
It’s funny how a blank sheet of paper can evolve
into works of
an unknown adventure.
I understand that the world is too busy to stop and
search for the
things that
make them work.
When this life is over, and they bury me in the
shade of an old oak
tree people
will never know the love that was stored in me.
To this world I leave the reflections of my soul, in
hope and trust
that you
don’t judge a heart that you never knew.
Epaphroditus© January 18, 2024
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