By Evelyn Sherman
I was just a wish, a memory, a dream. I stood before you, but you could never see. You searched for the one you thought you knew, but I am she whom you never knew. You could never understand, couldn’t grasp, couldn’t see; For all the things you expected me to be. Now – I am free! I will embrace who I’m called to be! My heart races as my soul revives. I stand and shout my own decree. I don’t need excuses for who I am. I am the one you cannot see.
Evelyn Sherman lives in Oklahoma, USA with her husband. She began her life as a “desert rat” in the sandy hills of Wonder Valley, a small desert community outside of Twentynine Palms, California. She spent hours wandering in the desert with a canteen of water and a book in her hand –more content and at home in the desert wilderness than inside her house. Her career path also wandered for a while. She has been a mom, a homeschool teacher, a nurse’s aid and a social worker. She is currently working to finish her first novel.
সঁচাকৈ পূৰ্বনিৰ্ধাৰিত বিশ্বাস আৰু বৰ্ণনা লৈ প্ৰিয়জনক প্ৰিয়জনৰ মাজত বিচাৰিলে তেওঁক পোৱা নাযায় ৷ আমাৰ একপক্ষীয় ধাৰণাবোৰ একো একোটা বাধা সত্য উদ্ঘাটনৰ বা একো একোডাল জৰী প্ৰিয়জনৰ বন্দীত্বৰ ৷ প্ৰেয়সী মুক্ত এই কাৰণেই যে প্ৰেমিকৰ চকুৰ/মনৰ মায়াজাল বসত তাইক চিনি নাপালে অথচ বিচৰা জনী তায়েই আছিল প্ৰেমাস্পদৰ বাবে ৷