Shine Forth – A Poem

Your sun isrenewal_0

hiding behind a

cloud. I can

see it there,

a muted luminescence,

begging to shine

forth. You bring

joy to others,

even though your

sun is behind

the clouds. Know

that you are

valued and that

you are loved

and that the

world misses your

glow. Remember that

this too shall

pass, that tomorrow

is another day

and that good

things happen; you

just have to

bide your time.

I will wait

for your luminescence

to shine forth

once more, banishing

the clouds, so

that everyone can

see how beautiful

you truly are.

Love Becomes… – A Poem

The first time you told meHeart_Flame

“I love you.”

something within me came to life.

It was as if a light that had gone out

flickered into being once more.

When I told you

“I love you too.”

the light grew brighter,

filling every fibre of me,

so that the light could only

shine forth for all to see.

People began to remark on

how happy I was, how much

I shone. I knew it was all

because of your love for me

and the love for you

that I carried inside.

As our love has continued to grow,

it’s changed the world within me

and the world around me.

The entire world was brighter,

my spirit was lighter.

You have shown me that

love is not something you do,

it is something you become.

My world has become something

all together more wonderful

because of the love that we have

for each other and I can’t wait

to see what else the world around us

will become because of our

love.

Kindness is Free – A Poem

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seat beside her.

The coffee shop

was bustling with

people and the

only empty seat

was beside this

woman. She had

black hair that

framed her face

like a curtain

made of silk

and for a

moment, it looked

as if her

hair was blowing

in the wind.

She was smartly

dressed as if

she had come

right from work.

She looked sad,

removed from the

world around her,

as if there

was a invisible

barrier that she

held between herself

and all of us.

I took my

tea to the

table and sat,

opening my book.

It was at

that moment she

began to cry.

Heaving sobs erupted

out of her

and I watched

as tears started

to pour from

her eyes, leaving

crystal paths in

their wake on

her skin. Others

in the restaurant

sneered at her,

looking at her

with disdain, as

if it was

unacceptable that she

would show her

pain in public.

I did the

only thing I

could think of.

I held out

a packet of

tissues to her.

“Ma’am? Here you go.”

I said softly.

She looked at

me with large

frightened eyes as

if surprised I

was there. She

shook her head.

“I’m okay! I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay!”

I don’t know

if she was

trying to convince

herself of this

or me, but

I held out

the packet of

tissues to her again.

“It’s all right Ma’am. Take them.”

She did with

shaking hands and

blew her nose,

dried her eyes.

She sat there

for a moment

longer and then

got up to

go. Before she

left, she looked

right at me

and her eyes

seemed a little brighter.

“Thank you.”

She whispered. I

watched her go,

hoping that with

my small gesture,

I brought her

some measure of

comfort.

#BingeReading The Passage Trilogy

Pardon me while I geek out.

A little over a week ago, I got a message from Penguin Books Canada. You can read the note below. They wanted to know if I’d be interested in something called a #BingeReading box that contained Justin Cronin’s The Passage Trilogy.

I nearly screamed when I got the note. The chance to read The City of Mirrors, months ahead of it’s May 2016 publication date? Sign me up!

I waited with barely suppressed glee for the box to arrive and it finally did today! It was waiting for me when I got home. I knew I was in for a treat when I saw the box.

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Anything that came with a #BingeReading sticker on the outside has to be cool right? I carefully opened it and lifted the top.

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I spent a few minutes looking through the contents of the box. I took each book out and each item, looking upon the whole thing with something approaching reverence. Of course I took the books out first.

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The Passage is one of my all time favourite books. I’ve read it three times and am through 70% of it on my Kindle for a fourth time. I’ve only ever owned the hardcover once and that was given to a friend who I knew would love it as much as I did.

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I’ve read The Twelve three times and love it just as much as The Passage. Unlike quite a few trilogies, it doesn’t suffer from middle book syndrome. It’s just as exciting as The Passage and just as breathtaking.

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I can’t believe that I have a copy of The City of Mirrors. Isn’t it beautiful?  It seems almost unreal to me, holding the book after so long waiting for it. The Twelve was published in 2012. For four years, I’ve wanted to know what happened to Amy and the world that has become infected with virals.

Also in the #BingeReading box were a few things to help me along as I read through the trilogy. There’s candy! Now, those who’ve read The Passage will appreciate the inside joke of the container looking like a prescription bottle. Project Noah anyone?

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There’s a book light so I can read well into the night…

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A bag of popcorn…

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And a can of RedBull just in case I need a little energy boost.

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There’s even a totally awesome post card that I’ll be using as a book mark!

I mean, how cool is that? Everything I need to read to my hearts content all in one box! Super cool!!!

However, as much as I want to read the book (like RIGHT NOW!), I’m going to do things the right way and finish reading The Passage and then read The Twelve before I read The City of Mirrors. I want to have the story fresh in my head before I delve into the ending of one of the most epic trilogies ever.

So. Totally. Excited!!!!!

Let the #BingeReading begin!

You’ve Re-Written My Life – A Poem

As a writer,glow book

I look at my life

as an ongoing story,

every life-changing event

as the start of a new chapter,

words spilling across

the paper of my skin.

Until I met you,

my life had become

something of a horror novel,

my body not my own,

my steps unsure,

my thoughts grim and filled

with shadows and all manner

of darkness waiting for me,

both inside and out.

Though I was loved by many,

I felt alone in the world,

carrying only half of a heart

within me, the pages

of the book of me

filled with illegible scribbles

and ink splotches where my pen

was unable to write the words

I wanted to say.

Then I met you.

Slowly, the pages within

started to fill with something

other than darkness,

something other than shadows.

The pages were filled with

stories again rather than

splotches of ink and scribbles.

Your love for me has brought

brightness to my life and

now all the pages I write

glow with a light that is

pure and beautiful.

No longer is the story I tell

one of wanting of needing.

Now it is a story of two hearts

that found each other

despite all odds and

the life we are building together.

You’ve re-written my life

and I won’t skip ahead

to see what’s coming.

I want to experience every moment

with you by my side

and watch as the pages

continue to glow.