Vision Board

Violet Storm
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read
“Empty With Possibility”

She asked me if I ever did a Vision Board.

Memory ripped open

the junk drawer.

Papers came flying out…

origami doves and fast little cars.

Swatches and samples,

tall ships and market stalls.

They all fluttered to the floor like big fat snowflakes,

melting as they settled.

I reached the bottom of the pile.

The first Vision Board I ever saw.

It wasn’t mine.

It belonged to a couple

I called my folks,

but just for a while.

They joined Amway

in search of a

get rich quick,

a scheme,

their dream.

They played follow the leader

and got high on hope.

They created a vision board.

They nurtured it,

they fed it,

they put all their energy into it.

They pushed everything else aside

to make room for it.

It engulfed the refrigerator.

It became their Pride and Joy.

All of Their Hopes and Dreams.

They held onto things much tighter than they ever held on to me.

She asked me if I ever heard of a Vision Board.

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Violet Storm

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My favorite color is still purple and I like long walks in the sun and rain.

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