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Moving Through Life

This novel is encompassed within poetry, thrillers, romance, and reality. It basically holds the content of my mind. I also write for encouragement and creativity. This book is about what I experience in life: Negative thoughts, bad experiences, and trauma. I use my book to record my dreams and nightmares I’ve had as well, using poetry to describe them. It holds my thoughts and feelings which I feel every day. While I did not intend my novel to be completely understandable, my intentions are to relate and perhaps encourage others who like myself; Experience fierce depression. My plan is to make the reader feel and see some of what I see and feel. As a Christian, I seek to utilize my book to point to Christ in every difficult situation. He has helped and molded me into who I am today. Christ will deliver His children, in need of aid. I sincerely hope this update of the synopsis, helps in your understanding of my poetry. Please let me know if you need more information. I have written some of my backstory and important information within my poems. *For more in depth background info, please read chapter 107. ##When I first wrote this book, I did not plan on writing poetry. If I could change the category out of fan-fiction, I would. I feel like my novel may start a bit slow, but continuing to read, it will build up and intensify. ;) A note: I apologize for chapter 130’s typo. When I proofread it, I saw that it had a misspelled word. I tried over and over again to update it, but there may be a glitch or something. I’m sorry if you see it too. Just to clarify, I tried to write the word as “Indefatigably.” My novel continues through chapters 162-170, which were accidentally published separately; Although they all consist equally with my book: Moving Through Life. ;)

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Moving Through Life. Chapter 101: Drops of Sweetness

Resting in my bed, listening to the stormy weather.

Rain falling, thunder gently sounding, I close my eyes and imagine each rain drop coming down from the clouds; And kissing the ground with a small damp, droplet.

I want to reach out my hand and catch each one, feeling the cold touch of the liquid mirrors; Seeing my reflections sparkling in them.

Frigid goosebumps, come across my skin, tickling me, I smile shut within these imaginations.

The wind blows softly, it enters my ears, singing soft, sweet melodies.

A calm, tranquil feeling, rests within my body, the embodiment of content rest; Which upon I enjoy its caress.

Stress fleeing, thoughts wheeling, I smile in my acknowledgement of its visit.

I have not felt this gentle breeze of peace in a great while.

Thunder slightly sounds, but it's a beautiful melody; Telling me it's still here, presenting me with its gentle wonders.

A miniature flash of lighting, exits the window, and into my eyes; I think of bright paintings, of light joyful colors.

Like a ballerina dancing upon the tip of a leaf, swaying from the tree, I feel balance and mindful wonders.

My head upon the pillow, and the covers pulled up to my chin, hearing the weather, sends the want of staying within my bed.

I have been awakened from sweet sleep, welcomed by the rain; Seeping within my hearing.

I know in a swift moment of time, all these beauties will fade, reminding me of them with a bright, warm sunshine.