Rumor Has It....

Heyo! I know I haven't blogged in forever, I've been uber busy. Anyway, it has recently come to my attention that within the Civil War reenacting group to which I belong there has been some chit-chatting behind closed doors regarding my personal spin on decorous behavior. According to some standards I have not been conducting myself in a respectable (which here means prudish) manner. I am entirely to free-spirited for their conservative tastes...maybe it has something to do with being a hippie/flower child. My mom told me that my dad had told her about the rumors in the first place. According to her, he was really upset by the rumors....me? i think it's hilarious. Apparently he went all gung-ho and ripped the gossipers to pieces about it. Gotta love someone who'll stand up for your "honor" lol. Anyway, my take on the situation is that my knowledge of their disapprobation makes it my duty to piss them off as much as possible!! Haha, that's all lovelies! I will write soon!
B

A Rose in My Hand

You held my hand as the world fell down, the life I knew,
crashing to its knees. The light went out ouf our lighthouse, crashing our
ship on the jagged spires of grief and loss;
but your hand stayed firm in mine.
Together we rebuilt the world:
smile by smile, memory by memory, laugh by laugh.
We entombed our pain in paper and glue,
and slowly our rose began to bloom again.
We carried eachother, through dark valleys,
across high mountains, through verdant fields past pools of unmoving water.
The sun rose anew, but the clouds still hovered.
When your hand let go of mine,
the ground disappeared.
Now alone,
I begin to build once again,
the clouds suffocating the sky.
Six rays of light stream across the floor;
the promise of new life and hope.
And from my heart, two roses grow.

♥ B