The world seems like such a big place, but social media has brought us together to touch each other’s lives
And what have we found out?
We’ve found out that we’re so much alike … We guide; we strive;
We laugh; we cry; we dream; we scream; we follow our own route…
But now we know we’re not alone
We never were…
It doesn’t matter our age, youth or grown
We all want our voices to be heard
We know someone listens if ever we should fall
Or celebrates with us when we stand tall
Deborah A. Bowman, March 26, 2018
It isn’t a game, but the legacy of our lives and the history of humankind.
What does writing mean to you?
A daily chore, a journal of your thoughts and feelings, something new?
It doesn’t matter how the dream came to be
Or how long it’s been since you were able to see
That writing was an unfulfilled yearning.
Use it to move forward, researching and learning.
Look back at your past to discover your true purpose…
The one you thought you’d lost in forgetfulness.
Was there something you wanted to achieve?
But didn’t jot it down or ceased to believe…
In yourself and the power of your mind, your heart, your very soul.
Maybe it’s time to be driven and bold!
Put words to paper in chapter and verse.
Give as you were destined to conquer and reverse
Empty days and nights of longing to be heard
In the beauty and sanctity of your own original words.
Deborah A. Bowman–dedicated to Sharon Lee
I kept a journal or a series of journals for years. It’s a writer’s best friend. There was a story I was looking for in them today. How boring my life must be if I have to write short stories in my journal! I went through 7 of them! I found lots of interesting stuff, but not the story I was looking for. How inconvenient. Well, it must not have been any good. The universe says I’m supposed to start again!