Angelica Cosgrove




The shades of her spirit each sang their own sweet song and the depths of her being felt her connection to the universe. By embracing the shadows of her past she pushed through the locked gates and trod down the ghostly memories so they were like ash unto her mind. Pulled by the wistful notions of her heart, her feet tread, without expectation along the deserted paths. She knew not what was to come and delighted in the acceptance of any future. Feeling the vibrations of her thoughts coursing through her body, her chest filled with seeping emotions. Without contest, she drew her breath, embraced the familiar energy and allowed herself to revel in its miracle. She contemplated. Where within her soul did this energy arise from?

 – Angelica Cosgrove





Nature frees her soul…

Barefoot with a heavy heart, she steps lightly through the open meadow, feeling comforted as the light bristles of sweet-vernal grass stroke her bare ankles. Absent-mindedly, she notices soft lilac and lemon petals, ox-eye daisies, childhood-friendly buttercups and wild dandelions, gently swaying in the soft, caressing breeze, so delicate, yet proud, standing tall on their thin stalks. Looking up at the sky, through the heavy, twisted branches of an oak, she blinks into the dappled light and knows to trust the Universe to consume her restless soul. Calmness envelops her mind in a deep embrace and as her last salty, bitter tear slowly slides down her sunken cheek, she finally allows her spirit to spread its cramped wings and to ride on the waves of the breeze.

– Angelica Cosgrove



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