Dilemma divides
Precarious & precious, so is life, always dangling on a dangerous divide. Dancing shadows in the middle of the night, imbued were her dreams in red & golden light. Power was an illusion, sometimes difficult to deride. Fantasy was her mainstay, she loved the risky tides. Shattered & broken wanting to escape & hide, solitude & solemnity her only respite. But often she ached to break the world's false pride. In the midst of the melee called life, she managed to elude prevalent & impending strife. Caught between morning and night, silently waits twilight. Trapped in the shadows of the moon is the sun's flight. Borrowed moments compellingly repel yet invite. Poised, patient she bides her time. #SrKmusings #moonrides #tides