The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion #1

by Beth Brower

I look in this mirror and recognise myself less now than when I was a child. I suppose that happens when you’ve grown up and still don’t understand your place in the world.

There are realities we must face, an empty purse being one of them.

But my true love is the evening walk, that last hour of daylight that has its way with sunlight, shadow, and soul.

I sounded more confident than I felt; one of the great secrets to life.

Until my world feels solid beneath my feet, my life feels attacked by the rush and tumble of every uncertain wave.