A “nobody” who writes for the voiceless
swims against the tides of fate,
clashes with uptight currents,
is buoyed by gentle waves
like a bolt into a dream made out of nothingness,
crowns of hope
along the touch of nature.No golden shoes enfold the feet.
They are bare and wounded.

No hands carry the self upward
except for the ones that care.

In this elusive journey,
the self trembles on its steady walk,
clear wings console the flight.

There is in it, however,
a hidden solid treasure:
the never ending dance that refuses to surrender.

(c) Copyright 2016 Julia Hones

Julia Hones’s poems and stories have appeared in various magazines and anthologies, both in print and online. Her works explore the challenges of being oneself, relationships, gender and ethnic bias, the interaction between humans and nature, the impact of technology, modern slavery and other subjects.

You can visit Julia at:
juliahoneswritinglife.blogspot.com