She Dances Boldly

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give it to no one, not even an animal." -C.S. Lewis

She dances boldly

moving to the beat of her heart

now warmed by a cold-blooded soulless being

She can't see what the world has discovered in him

And so she dances boldly

They try to warn her heart

But she is too far away to hear

the Warning, and the Words

And so she dances boldly

She doesn't see the way he'll wring her heart once again

He wouldn't hurt her twice, she's convinced

The world is watching, waiting

And so she dances boldly

Before her heart breaks

The boy who wishes she'd smile at him instead

Calls her out

Frozen in her boldness

From the depths of the Hundred Acre Forest

"The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter, and is about as ample at one season as at another. It is as well for cheerfulness as for warmth and dryness." -Henry David Thoreau

The words are flying by at a surprising rate. My fingers hit the keys, a constant rhythm behind my thought process as the world I've created takes over my reality. Suddenly I'm not at home sitting at my desk anymore, but I'm wandering the rooftops of New York and the streets of Russia with a Prince.


And the best part about today: I received a care package from home! At most traditional camps, one would expect forbidden treats and candies and chocolates, but here at Camp NaNoWriMo, it is standard to receive a package of really cool looking mechanical pencils. Definitely the best part of my day.

The joy I feel from this writing escape is ridiculous. Whenever I think about it, I just want to giggle with joy!

The Blood In My Veins Was Costly

"But what do we mean by the American Revolution? Do we mean the American War? The Revolution was effected before the war commenced. The Revolution was in the minds and hearts of the people; a change in their religious sentiments, of their duties and obligations...This radical change in the principles, opinions, sentiments, and affections of the people was the real American Revolution." -John Adams, member of the first and second Continental Congress, signatory of the Declaration of Independence, and Second President of the United States of America

The world explodes around me. A smile escapes my face as I stare up to the fading sky. A fire burns beside me, the orange flames glowing in the dusk of this monumental holiday. The acoustic guitar's melody is sweet as the sugary marshmallows roasted over the fire. As I glance around me, I see the familiar faces of family through the sparks from the fire. The embers glow brighter as the sky surrounding me grows progressively darker turning the towering trees around me a stark black.

It's still too light to see the bright infusions of color that trademark this day. The pool echoes as the fire crackles. The all anticipated joint explosions of light and sound growing ever closer. The sounds remind me faintly of a battlefield and what it must have sounded like as those bold signatures signed that ever important piece of paper that I, myself, laid eyes on just a few short weeks ago. I can hear the drum beat and the troops march in their bold red and cunning browns and blues. I hope that in my own right, someday I'll be remembered by my friends and family as a patriot, too. Because I love this country. My country.

God Bless America!