Midnight Echoes: Elements of Love

By Sanctuary of Words, K. A. Truax

Remember falling in love? “Midnight Echoes: Elements of Love will awaken your innermost romantic.

"Midnight Echoes: Elements of Love" is a collection of new and well-loved poems from Sanctuary of Words. Since 2016, she has shared her poetic journey of love, hope, passion, and inspiration through her Twitter account @whykatwrites.

In her first book of poetry, she shares her journey of love experienced through the five elements of earth, air, fire, water, and aether. Searching within the innermost landscape of her soul, Sanctuary of Words shares stories that will awaken the sleeping romantic in all of us.

Passionate, moving, and heartfelt, Midnight Echoes will take you away from the worries of the day as you escape for a few stolen moments into this sanctuary of peace.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781387590377

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Aether

Foreword

People often ask me why I write about love. Why is it that I don’t write about heartbreak or pain? Is it possible that I am really this happy? Therein lies the crux of my story.

There was once a young girl; a smaller, less confident version of me. My Aunt stills tells me that I was, such a sad little girl. Perhaps I was. Being born into such an existence may have given me some insight into the realms of sadness before my time. Who knows?

This sad little girl came into the world as her father was struggling to stay alive. He had been diagnosed with osteosarcoma.

He was a young man, a handsome idealist who thought that he had a lifetime ahead to live out his dreams somewhere warm; somewhere in the sun. He gathered up the bits of himself salvaged from failed attempts at happiness and prepared to head for California.

He never made it.

You can guess how the story goes from here. Not long after my parents discovered that they were expecting me, my father was diagnosed with cancer. Before he could feel the warmth of the California sunshine on his face, his dreams vanished like so many distant echoes.

He lived for four short months after I was born.

One hundred twenty days.

Two thousand eight hundred eighty hours.

One hundred seventy-two thousand eight hundred minutes.

Fifteen million five hundred fifty-two thousand heartbeats.

And then he was gone.

There is only one photograph in existence of him holding me.

Life happened to his daughter after he left this world. She experienced things that she would rather forget and hopes that he did not see the pain that she suffered as she made her way through this