The rain fell all around her. She didn’t know what to do. She was so alone, so lost.
Her heart beat in her chest as she walked down the lonely road. It was the middle of the night and the hope of escaping her pain was forgotten. She just wanted to go home.
She felt light headed. She had been walking for so long. The rain seeped through her clothes and sent shivers down her spine. She was so cold. All she wanted to do was sit down and cry. Cry until her nose was red and her heart was light.
She kept walking. She passed the library where she spent all her hours, reading of far off lands where no one is ever alone. She passed the ice cre
River Valley Life by crossoversaremylife, literature
Literature
River Valley Life
A Day in the Life of Nila
By: K.L.M.
It is just as the Mother Goddess is raising the sun that Atok and I wake from our slumber. I wish we could sleep longer but that is not the way of the world. I rise slowly from the simple carpet we sleep upon and use my hands to straighten out my knee-length skirt. I grab some of my favorite jewelry and put it on. I am wearing a simple necklace made of silk and tiny blue beads with a matching bracelet. I’m not going anywhere today so there is no reason to wear any of my gold bangles or expensive pendants.
Behind me, my husband Atok is putting on his work robe. My mother made it for him as a wedding
River
By: K.L.M.
Life is like a river
Flowing up or down
Becoming rugged at times and peaceful at others
Connecting with many other rivers and streams on its way
One's heart is always changing
So many things can be written on an untouched sheet of paper
So many things can be heard on a silent night
So many things can be seen on an empty canvas
And so many things can be felt in an empty heart
The rain fell all around her. She didn’t know what to do. She was so alone, so lost.
Her heart beat in her chest as she walked down the lonely road. It was the middle of the night and the hope of escaping her pain was forgotten. She just wanted to go home.
She felt light headed. She had been walking for so long. The rain seeped through her clothes and sent shivers down her spine. She was so cold. All she wanted to do was sit down and cry. Cry until her nose was red and her heart was light.
She kept walking. She passed the library where she spent all her hours, reading of far off lands where no one is ever alone. She passed the ice cre
River Valley Life by crossoversaremylife, literature
Literature
River Valley Life
A Day in the Life of Nila
By: K.L.M.
It is just as the Mother Goddess is raising the sun that Atok and I wake from our slumber. I wish we could sleep longer but that is not the way of the world. I rise slowly from the simple carpet we sleep upon and use my hands to straighten out my knee-length skirt. I grab some of my favorite jewelry and put it on. I am wearing a simple necklace made of silk and tiny blue beads with a matching bracelet. I’m not going anywhere today so there is no reason to wear any of my gold bangles or expensive pendants.
Behind me, my husband Atok is putting on his work robe. My mother made it for him as a wedding
River
By: K.L.M.
Life is like a river
Flowing up or down
Becoming rugged at times and peaceful at others
Connecting with many other rivers and streams on its way
One's heart is always changing
I have so many ideas for stories and poems. It is really frustrating that I have so many that, whenever I write, I always go off course from my original plan.