Dazzled


I was blinded by your brilliance—

caught, captivated.

Your storm drenched me in a wave

of refreshing words.

Wonderful.  Fantastic.  Lovely.

To you, I was beautiful—

something more than my own

dark clouds and withered grass.

I was not the brittle bits of chaff,

not the dust of the earth.

But even dust, when disturbed,

can rise and drift into the light.

It was your light that dazed me,

dazzled me,

transformed me into so much more

than I ever thought

I could be.  

 

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Dazzled and Dazed,

The Scribbler

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About thefreescribbler

My life is one of words. I am a scribbler, whose thoughts are best expressed through adjectives and phrases and punctuation marks. I would not go so far as to call myself a writer, although many would disagree. I’m characterized more by my unfinished works and half-embodied ideas, scraps of stories and parts of poems. Maybe one day I’ll be a writer, but I’m okay with being a scribbler right now. It fits my personality and style, and best expresses my aims. I’m not trying to create some lofty version of literature. I’m just a kid blogging about life. View all posts by thefreescribbler

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