i will be the light
hammers are not made
of cloud,
and neither are nightmares
made of unbreakable
steel;

i will be the light
that breaks open clouds,
and shatters
nightmares
so they no longer have
any teeth—

i feel their fangs
have bitten this world
long enough,
so i will be the moon that
brings about a song
of reality that hurts less
than any we have
ever known;

i believe my magic is
strong enough for this.
–linda m. crate

paint a better world
graveyards
are for the living,
for the dead
know their names;

perhaps they
even don
new ones in their new
lives—

sometimes i pray
in a kinder
universe
than this one,

but if they must return
to us in this
one that will help
shatter all the nightmares
this world has
ever known so we can feel
the light of the sun without the
crushing tongue of defeat or doom

brushing us in a painting—

let’s break the paint brush,
and paint a better world.
–linda m. crate

i need a faerie godmother
my childhood is
a dress from gossamer thread,
being the eldest daughter
i was expected to take care
of everyone else but no one
ever took care of me;

i was expected to be self-sufficient
and always told i was strong when
i asked for help instead of actually
being given help—

sometimes i wish that i had been
given a dress of many feathers,
instead of this dress of glass which will
easily shatter should i ever grow
weary from the weight of the world;

but like always i suppose i’ll have
to rely on my own magic to make it
something less heavy and cumbersome—

it would be nice to have a faerie
godmother like maleficent was to
aurora in the live action movies,
someone who could make it all happen
with one whim of their magic effortlessly.
–linda m. crate

the people you don’t forget
unique is hard
to describe,
but you know it when
you see it or feel it;

originality wrapped
in a bow so different from
anything else you’ve

ever known—

some turn their nose
up at it,
but i actually find it refreshing;

i love that new things
can be invented in an old
world—

i love seeing those who choose
to define themselves rather than
allowing the world to define
them because more often than not
people get it wrong,

so i like seeing people express
themselves in ways i’ve never seen
before;

people like that you don’t forget.
–linda m. crate

beautiful as the moon
let me disappear into nature,
from the forest to the glen;

i’ll grow a pair of inky
black feathers like those
of a crow—

i’ll live in the purest blue skies,
and shelter in a woodland
cottage during storms;

i will be free of society
and all the damage
they’ve caused me and those
i once loved—

maybe there i can know
a place called magic,
the place who can give me
a comfortable song who will embrace
me in all of my phases;
tell me i am as beautiful as the moon.
–linda m. crate

illuminate
starting from nothing
can be rewarding,
books wouldn’t be written
if an author didn’t first
sit down and write it;

i love the act of creation,
making something
of nothing—

adding a little bit of magic
to a world who seems to
have forgotten it,
whispering a bit of whimsy
in a world who often
forgets
how to dream;

nightmares run rampant—
i think it’s important to
create light when and where we can
to illuminate those who have a hard time
seeing in the dark.
-linda m. crate

She is doing well with the Challenge. How are you doing ?