The wolf : poetry

The Wolf

Yellow eyes Peirce through

the darkness

of Night and Life.

Strong paws Hit

the ground

with Purpose and Stealth.

Spirit Calling Spirit

Primal and Instinctual.

Queen of the Forest

before me

a Vision, a Guide a Dream.

-Ashli Edwards

Journal entry number two

Today....
  
      Hello,
          My dreams... I've lost them. So I'm going back to the basics. I'm not going to focus on the fact that two novels need to be written as soon as possible. I'm not going to focus on the possibility of the money to travel and live the life I truly crave.... instead I am going to focus on re-igniting the love I used to have for the art of words, of pen to paper so to speak. No parameters, no goals. Just write whatever I can, whenever I can. Focus on the love of writing. Novels may yet be it but I have to stop feeling like I'm behind, stretched and pressured for all the wrong reasons. I know that the love and joy for writing is inside me somewhere, I just need to be gentle with it, like coaxing a wild animal out of it's hiding place. I need to whisper to the wild horse and wait for my dreams to "join up" when they are ready.  -AE

journal entry number one.

Several weeks ago....

     Hello,
         I woke up a few days ago, yet again missing the girl I used to be. Missing the passion I used to have, the drive. Once upon a time there was a girl who lived to write, now that same girl doesn't write to live like the story goes, oh no, she doesn't write at all. She's out of shape, out of practice and wants to scratch, fingers bleeding, her way back to the girl she left behind. She was younger and more naive, yes but her innocence gave the unrelenting ability to believe that all of her dreams would come true. With time and disappointment her strength wained, her joy faded and her dreams took a back seat to an unfortunate expanse of life and time.
                                                                                                    -AE