MAYA

by Adrianne Summer

Karen Buford - Dream Weaver

I lay in the dust.

Spine broken, written, and unwritten, the chapters of my life out of reach.

A wisdom-weathered, ink-stained hand touches me.

Lyric rouged lips kiss my tear-stained face.

"Maya?" A breathless whisper escapes me.

Soulful eyes smile.

"Child, lift your pen... and rise."

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