~ Brenna Connell ~
I ride under the guise of a simple traveler,
Wandering far and wide in search of the distant unknown;
I keep myself hidden with every strange encounter
But by the fire, by my dear companions, away the cloak is thrown.
I paint word-pictures in the air, hold one-sided conversations,
Speak my truth and pierce the air with unapologetic honesty;
I see potential in the sparks of fire, the star-speckled sky
For grand epics and long-woven yarns, the making of a story.