Dreams or Reality

"The slow fingers of cold creep and claw across the land, freezing everything it touches, and turning the wind to a thick, chilled mist that blurs the lines of dream and reality." - Sierra Sugar 2012

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Many times I stumble.
Nearly as often I fall.
My head stays in a muddle,
While on hands and knees I crawl.
One step after another.
Mistakes mixed with success.
And through the dark I blunder
From one day to the next.
Yet somehow I found the one
Who's strength of heart and hands,
Hold me when the day is done
And gives me hope to try again.


~sierra sugar 5/12/2014 (For Allen)

Tomorrow is another day

Each sunrise brings with it new hope and promise for the day to come. It reminds us to lift our head, breathe deep, and smile even when life around you is trying to drag you down. Let the tears of your heart water the flowers of hope and watch them bloom in the golden sun. So when that fiery ball of life peeks at you from beyond the horizon, piercing the darkness and lighting the way to what ever tomorrows bring, follow it with a smile because.... tomorrow is another day.

~sierra sugar 5/9/2014
 

Shadows - a writing assignment

     It was less that he was in the shadows, but that the shadows were drawn to him. His tall frame was obscured by the darkness that seemed to slide around him, drawing closer then circling away. Of course it wasn't real, but merely a trick to the eyes, my eyes as they continued to be drawn to him over and over again. At first glance he appeared to be aloof, a loner trying to hide in the corner. But then the light caught his eyes for the briefest of seconds and caused a chill to slowly trickle down my spine. No, he wasn't hiding, he was predator, a man consumed with the hunt silently blending just at the edge of the crowd. His nondescript clothing gave the illusion of casualness, but his wiry build could be discerned by the way the material draped along his body. Not too tight as to be restrictive, not too loose as to be a hindrance. Well made, I'd even venture to say tailor made just for him. A man of taste and modesty? No, his was a carefully crafted look of camouflage. His demeanor was discrete. His attention intense, and now that attention was turned to me. The corner of his mouth turned up in a half smile, the smallest glint of white from his teeth pierced the shadows around him and my heart stopped with a loud thud. His widened smile was the last thing I saw as my feet struggled to get me far away from that place as quickly as possible.

      ~sierra sugar 4/9/14