Darkness

We live in the dark

The light shines for the chosen

The rest of us left frozen

Not in the snow or heat

but with empty minds and severed feet

No choices no hope

Dreams for those who are foolish

Who believe in a life before Judas

They speak of smiles and laughter

All we have is war and disaster

In the days after this

Imagine myself a writer

Putting words on paper

But ashes in place of the skyscrapers

Homes of drifting crates

A tsunami of heartbreak

Lives buried beneath the sand

People in line like soldiers

Handouts of food then a nod of thanks

Dreams for those who are foolish

Who still believe in a life before Judas

                      ~~ Alexia

Dancing Shadows

Wary of the dark

shadows dancing in the night

Hide in the day

sunlight reveals our wounds

Beggars deceived to believe

as blood drips a trail

from our hearts to our feet

Search for a stalwart in my stead

But ghosts dig the graves

of those desperate in need

voices silenced

memories betrayed

Leaders inspire with whispers

command from a stage of quicksand

Beholden to those with the noose

a leash tightened as lambs led to slaughter

We will dance to your refrain

never plead for water

We lift your sword

heft the heavy weight

a distraction from the future

Knowledge a burden to bear

a constant reminder

the twist of an arm

flicker of an eye

orders given to shatter us forever.

~~ Alexia

Freedom

The leaves of change

Beckon as I sleep

I dance with shadows

sing with memories

remembering a time

When being me

Was a choice

Not a plea

Whisper in my ear

Tell me secrets

I should not hear

If not now, when

Freedom is not a bell

Nor a ring or key to a cell

But a step or two

Toward an abyss

Surrounded by solitude

Yesterday it was forever

Now I wonder

Is it mine to have?

Or forever seek?

                ~~ Alexia

The Storm

Drip drop

To the beat of a clock

The rain pours outside.

I think to run

but fear they will catch

If I start to hide

Then they will seek

Drip drop

To the beat of a clock

Questions I keep

Answers buried deep

In the dark

I ache to see;

In the light

I bury beneath

Tell me now

Before I go

Is the storm ahead

Or does it follow?

To the beat of the clock

The rain blinds me

Drip drop

Will I ever see

The world as I need it to be?

~~ Alexia

Darkness

We live in the dark

The light shines for the chosen

The rest of us left frozen

Not in the snow or heat

but with empty minds and severed feet

No choices no hope

Dreams for those who are foolish

Who believe in a life before Judas

They speak of smiles and laughter

All we have is war and disaster

In the days after this

Imagine myself a writer

Putting words on paper

But ashes in place of the skyscrapers

Homes of drifting crates

A tsunami of heartbreak

Lives buried beneath the sand

People in line like soldiers

Handouts of food then a nod of thanks

Dreams for those who are foolish

Who still believe in a life before Judas

                      ~~ Alexia

Dancing Shadows

We live in the dark

The light shines for the chosen

The rest of us left frozen

Not in the snow or heat

but with empty minds and severed feet

No choices no hope

Dreams for those who are foolish

Who believe in a life before Judas

They speak of smiles and laughter

All we have is war and disaster

In the days after this

Imagine myself a writer

Putting words on paper

But ashes in place of the skyscrapers

Homes of drifting crates

A tsunami of heartbreak

Lives buried beneath the sand

People in line like soldiers

Handouts of food then a nod of thanks

Dreams for those who are foolish

Who still believe in a life before Judas

                      ~~ Alexia

Freedom

The leaves of change

Beckon as I sleep

I dance with shadows

sing with memories

remembering a time

When being me

Was a choice

Not a plea

Whisper in my ear

Tell me secrets

I should not hear

If not now, when

Freedom is not a bell

Nor a ring or key to a cell

But a step or two

Toward an abyss

Surrounded by solitude

Yesterday it was forever

Now I wonder

Is it mine to have?

Or forever seek?

                ~~ Alexia

The Storm

Drip drop

To the beat of a clock

The rain pours outside.

I think to run

but fear they will catch

If I start to hide

Then they will seek

Drip drop

To the beat of a clock

Questions I keep

Answers buried deep

In the dark

I ache to see;

In the light

I bury beneath

Tell me now

Before I go

Is the storm ahead

Or does it follow?

To the beat of the clock

The rain blinds me

Drip drop

Will I ever see

The world as I need it to be?

~~ Alexia

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Abandoned at eleven with no memory of her family, Alexia seeks her true identity. Under the new government’s regime, sixteen year-olds are evaluated for their desire to harm others. Throughout the test, Alexia struggles to conceal her psychic ability to read the past and future of anyone she touches. When her secret is revealed, Alexia is taken to an island where other highly skilled agents and readers like her train to survive.

As Alexia gains more control over her abilities, she desperately tries to piece together her elusive past. In her quest for the truth, Alexia’s loyalties are tested when forced to make an impossible choice between those she loves and the family she can’t remember.

A spell-binding adventure of friendship, love, unforeseen twists and learning that our most dangerous enemies are often the people we trust the most. A captivating novel filled with forbidden romance and shocking betrayals that demands the question –

Can One Decision Determine Your Destiny?