The silence called to her. It was comforting like an Old worn sweater it weaved it's way around. Sometimes it was loud. most of the time it was welcomed

It was through the cloak of darkness that was her past, that she could see the glimmers of her future. They had always been there. In a sense of hope. A doorway To the unknown. she walked she wandered in a dream once familar. One she had a million times. Driftin in the Moonlight It shone. it laughed. It brought, inner peace she had recognized In herself. A long time ago. The moon came to her in dream a dream In which the moon spoke to her. "You still shine In the dark." © 2026 Lori Geddes (writing as Lxx). All rights reserved.

She smiled, for the First time in many years. As She sits and writes about about the beautiful Days, that she's always feared. She faces them on mended wings and angels, guiding her. She fears no more. She is comforted by those that soar. She finds herself at the Crossroads from before the storm. and who she is becoming. She lets the music, speak to her soul Every beat never skipping. Just flowing, fluid. Never did she know, know. That this Was her happy. Lxx

Where do these WINDS come from.. They are blowing They are showing they carry an echo one that I've heard before one that carries A darkness combined with a sense. A sense of comfort. The wind carries your voice. Letting me know, know That it is OK, to breathe to grieve. To laugh to remember. the happy To be angry WANT To fight the world.. To be bold.

Nobody knows the deafening silence better than me, I had just left my 30's having been through a tumoltous relationship, breakup, health crisis, all within in months of each other. One only get more worse then the last. All I was seeking was solace in any place I could find. Never seeming to be consistant, is all I could find. Then it seemed like out of know I found it. It was my solace I had been looking for many years. It was when I decided enough was enough, no more challenge my strength my sanity. Knowing that each day passing. I was getting further from what I did not want in my space. Others challenge the strength of who I was becoming. Trying to through daggers, at an armor that could never penetrate. All it was them shoving themselves further in the darkness in which they came. Finding solace is hard to accomplish when being challenged. Others think they know who and where you came from. But they never truly witnessed the warrior that was emerging.