Female: forties. Formerly fertile fleeing freely from far flung festivities finding fortitude from friends forsaking fleeting fantasies for freedom. Fabulous.

Do you know twenty alliterative words that might be used to describe yourself?  Consider the gauntlet thrown before your idle feet.  Pick a letter and dazzle us with your dynamite discourse.

Eyes sparkling, filled with mirth and hidden secrets
Treasures lay behind them, a store of wealth in dreams

A quick impish grin for the crowd as they wait in anticipation
For the tales and melodies that flow forth like quicksilver

He stands tall and straight, pick poised at the strings
Guitar at the ready to deliver anything you want to hear
It’s all there, waiting in his mind

The reflection in the mirror is a face I’ve never seen before.
Gone too long, can’t remember what it was that I’d been looking for,
Seems like I’ve been down so many roads,
Been on so many searches, left empty with too many questions unanswered.

I’ve strayed too far and seen too much to go back to the life I’d known before,
Can I ever find my home?

Liberated from the endless night of numbing darkness,
I raise my arms in praise and thankfulness to the sky.
My face, caressed by the softly shining sun,
Embraces the light and releases my soul to soar among the clouds,
Opening my heart to the dawn of a thousand possibilities.