I will not fear I will not falter I will not yield I am the great storm coming I will rattle the stars
My freedom will mean something The wicked will not haunt my thoughts I will not let the hard days win I will remain unwavering in the face of hopelessness I will climb the mountain I will not be afraid I will not survive or exist, but live
I am the rock against which the surf crashes, nothing can break me I am the spirit that cannot be broken Only I can decide what breaks me I will not be broken or tamed I will not be caged I will allow no force in the world to keep me contained I will bow to no one
I will not feel bad for doing things that bring me joy I am the dreamer who will remake the world I am elegant, feminine, and utterly wild I will not be afraid of what makes me shine brightly Mine is not a story of darkness
A Book of Images by W.T. Horton & W. B. Yeats
Published 1898
What wonderment do you contain
Are you an account of actualities
Or a tome of terrors
A book of observations
Or imaginings
Your title so simple
Your cover art surreal
With its hand drawn landscape
Or is it a dreamscape
Did you inspire
Did you create controversy
Did you find a home on many Victorian library shelves
Or did you gather dust in obscure bookshops
Unnoticed and unread
Your goldenrod cover calling to patrons like a beacon
-gws
Dear Book Boyfriend,
I missed you.
I can't wait to spend time with you.
Who will you be this time?
Are you tall and dark with a brooding manner,
Or are you dapper, dashing, daring, and dangerous?
Will we play games of will,
Or will you lure me with chivalry?
I'm ready to match wits with you.
Ready to be
Incensed,
Worshiped,
Betrayed,
Persuaded,
Enthralled,
Rescued by you.
I am ready to despise,
Entreat,
Crave,
Trust,
Betray,
Rescue,
Surrender to you.
Are we friends this time?
Lovers?
Strangers?
Enemies?
Will we live a fairy tale,
Or a war?
Will there be a cliffhanger?
Don't tell me how our story will unfold.
I'd hate to spoil the journey.
I will join you soon,
Amongst our wood of dead trees.
My kettle is on, and my blanket is ready.
I cannot wait to fall in love with you again.
-gws
Words Wishes and Wisdom 