It’s in the way the snow is coming down like white crystal rain, nestling against the statues of angels in the garden. I can feel the cold sloping off the window glass and onto my skin. Did you know that is where I came from. Off in the distant dark I can hear my footsteps falling soft as feathers on an unsure path. In the end there is no end and the beginning is an illusion, an impossibility. Life and death being spiraled and incomplete. You and I entwined like perfect circles, ringed for a time undetermined.
In the corners of my mind which are just at the start of lighting up like sunrise, the life I meant to choose but couldn’t reaches out its never-aging hand. There is a child who can only dream of what she could become but didn’t dare. She is the eye of eternity. I can see the rainbowed wallpaper and the canopy of unicorns in clouds. Have I told you that the dreams are returning. I sleep in the night and I am awake all day, as though I am learning what was intended.
I once heard that each snowflake is unlike any of the others. I watch as they fall so close to each other but rarely touch. Have you read Sappho. Have you ever held a heart in your palm and trembled. Thought perhaps it was your own in a time long ago. Everything you run from stays until you do. I light a candle and sip the prayers in my chest. I was never taught quite correctly. What I thought was escape was a trap and I believed. Can you imagine such a fragile thing. Maybe if you try you could. Just because you now see the bars of the cage doesn’t mean you know how to leave.
Allison Marie Conway 
Beautiful. Words and soul. 🤍
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Thank you ever so much, dear Laura. I am so touched and so grateful you think so. 🤍❄️🕊
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Wow…so deep💙✨
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Thank you for listening, Lisa. 🤍❄️🕊
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Always a pleasure, my dear Allison 💙🕊😘
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You unravel your meditations and put words to them so so beautifully love 🤗
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This from you means so so much to me, my ethereal love. I’m so grateful. 🙏🏻🤍❄️🕊
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🥰 you’re a genuine inspiration, love 🤗❤️
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I am humbled and you are impossibly lovely. 🥰🤍🤍🤍
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Love your voice! 💕💕
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Gosh you are so lovely, Isha! Thank you ever so much for listening. 🕊🤍🕊
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👌👌👌✒🌹 I almost want to write … she’s too fragile for life, but I know I’m wrong..😘🌜🚬
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I have thoughts on this, dear mic. The human spirit, while endlessly resilient, can in truth be easily shattered. Life can be brutal, and is fleeting, and we are designed in some ways to break apart. It doesn’t mean we are weak, but it does mean we are precious. 🤍❄️🌹🕊
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