I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Figuring Things Out I don't know why this song always touched something deep inside my soul It made me think of myself and I always wondered who had written my story Cause nobody knew me! Listening to the song, I saw myself riding that pony, WildFire and dying in the winter like I'd been born I had my own pony named FireBird who ran like the wind and was colored bright red and white He was my best friend, my only friend And when I rode on his back I believed I could fly I was a lonely child Talking to owls and animals Like people and thinking I was going to die still a child Because I didn't want to live to be an adult If life as it was Would continue to be Life as it was WildFire was the fantasy and FireBird was the real but as for me I've never known...... if I was real or not
