Evolution Of A Dream

Koren Butkovich

It started with a wish,

A dream that buried deep inside my soul.

That whispered peaceful thoughts through my head.

My own mind created something


My fingers held that pencil like a sword

The voices in my head spoke to me

In ways I never imagined

I wrote their words on paper

They were my little secret.

Day after day, the words kept spilling

Like droplets of blood

onto parchment,

It was my blood after all

that brought the stories to life that night

“Just a little longer,” I mumble to my sore hand

As once again,

My mind was filled with words.

This was my kind of freedom.