Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
I am walking through a dream
The hills are on fire
My eyes blurry from the smoke
The sound of water all around me
My heart racing
My breathing unsteady
The familiar chill of fear’s sharp claws as they scrape down the back of my neck
At first I am not quite sure of what I am seeing…
Ahead of me, a figure stands, waiting
draped in light
The moon
she speaks to me
“My child, do not be afraid, do not let fear convince you that you are weak
you are made of love, my dear
YOU are the thing fear is afraid of”
You are powerful
Wake up
Wake up
WAKE UP
8×10” Fine Art Giclee Print
I am walking through a dream
The hills are on fire
My eyes blurry from the smoke
The sound of water all around me
My heart racing
My breathing unsteady
The familiar chill of fear’s sharp claws as they scrape down the back of my neck
At first I am not quite sure of what I am seeing…
Ahead of me, a figure stands, waiting
draped in light
The moon
she speaks to me
“My child, do not be afraid, do not let fear convince you that you are weak
you are made of love, my dear
YOU are the thing fear is afraid of”
You are powerful
Wake up
Wake up
WAKE UP
8×10” Fine Art Giclee Print