Angel K Will

Writing is a gift;
I didn’t know that.
I thought anyone could write
eloquently, articulating their thoughts
into the form of written words.

I kept mine private
for a long time, invisible
to the critiques of the world’s stage.
But in recent years, I felt a tug, a pull,
as if I, a marionette, were performing a dance.

I followed the guidance bringing forth
and laying out my creations for anyone
interested in experiencing
their form of message.

We all do this,
most in slumber, some awake.
Our lives, a manifestation in creation,
based on thoughts and feelings and actions,
with intention or lack thereof.

Life, like a blank page, given
upon arrival to this earthly realm.
Others have been writing your pre-story,
but the time will come to take ownership
of that powerful pen and script your own world
with characters and scenes of your heart’s desire,
writing your chapter within the universal story.

Complex plots of drama and intrigue,
adventure and romance, being written
eventually leading to that pinnacle peak,
the climactical moment of transformative realization.

From this state on high,
we fall and do it all again and again and again;
until we reach the highest of highs
the glorious mountain top view.

The descent was quick,
the ascent long and painful,
but the perspective from the Heavens
makes all the costs and sacrifices worthy.

For the gift of life is not for the keeping,
it is for the giving, the sharing,
like the sun shining bright its light
so all the world can see,
that too is what we are—
lights created to shine.

One day as you awaken from the dream,
in freedom and rest you will partake
and live out the greatest story
already written, only now
being expressed over time
and space, eternal.

-akw-

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©2024 Angel K Will
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