My Journey

Daily writing prompt

Tell us one thing you hope people say about you.

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If words could weave spells,
I hope mine shimmer like sunlight on water,
a glint of the extraordinary
in the currents of the everyday.

If hearts could whisper truths untold,
I’d hope they’d murmur this:
“She was magical.”

Not the magic of wands and spells,
but the quiet enchantment of a soul that sees
the glimmer in the ordinary,
the story in the stillness,
the beauty waiting to unfold.

I’d hope they remember me as a spark,
a kaleidoscope of ideas and dreams,
someone who made colors dance
where shadows once lingered.

Let them say I conjured worlds
from the simplest words,
turned the mundane into a melody,
and made them believe,
if only for a moment,
that the universe holds more wonder
than they’d dared to imagine.

“She left stardust in her wake,”
I’d like to think they’d say,
“and every room felt warmer,
every day a bit brighter,
just because she was there.”

So yes, I hope they call me magical,
a whisper of something rare—
the kind of magic that lingers,
not in tricks or illusions,
but in hearts,
long after the moment is gone.