The darkness was crowding in again.
Her mind’s eye spun from clarity to shadow, but it was she, standing on the brink of a large body of water. The evidence of her own tears stretched before her...brooding, beckoning…a salty taste on the lips that threatened to engulf all she was.
“The choice is yours,” the voices said. They lied. Those tears were hers; she could not help but own them. And owning them, it seemed they owned her, too. Their murky depths called out to her like sirens…soothing, sending her soul deep. Breathless, she fought her way to surface, gasping.
Was it true? Could the wounded walk away?
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Congratulations to Karen of Still Crazy After All These Years for winning the I Am Learning plaque! It will be making its way to you shortly, my friend. =)
34 comments:
Lucky Karen. Your writing is on fire lately. Awesome!
Thanks Sue! It will be a good reminder to me. And this post is amazing! It's almost like you're peeking and giving me what I need to read and ponder. Thanks again.
A powerful Mag .. thought provoking!
Very, very nice...
Moving, effective, well thought out...
The triumph of will over persuasion. Very nice.
Very good - I haven't visited before so don't know if the music is usually there - if not it goes well with your post.
Congrats to Karen! And I am loving your artsy posts lately, wonderful.
nicely done...thanks for sharing this
Really delicious, one of the best I've read about this photo.
Congrats to Karen, she's a gem! Love this post..you stories make me have to use my brain and they always stir my emotions!
It's amazing how much the wounded can walk away, stronger for having learned the tough life-lesson.
Lovely prose to the prompt.
I want to read more...again. These teasers are no fair! :)
Loved your writing today; I just want more.
You are always thought provoking and I love reading your posts.
Blessings and hugs to you!
Love that snippet, Sue...and congrats to Karen!
Love this concept of owning your own darkness, quite unusual in the era of " positive thinking " , " loveliness and light " , meanwhile the dissociated demons tear the world to pieces, unchecked. If she is strong enough to walk wounded, surely we all can be ? , our wounds are our badge of honour, our entree to the underworld of images !
Yes, Lucky Karen....and as always us. For getting to read your wonderful prose!!
This one is really going to make me think and then come back and read again.
Yes, by God's grace, the wounded can walk away.
Thanks for this thought-provoking essay.
Pretty deep, I must say, but, as I've said before, you truly do have a way with words.
I hope your busy time is over for a few days. It has been pretty crazy for you.
Lucky Karen, it couldn't happen to a nicer person.
A moving story, Sue! It gets into realms of yearnings and hope. A great verse!
Hank
whew...i was not the only one to take this to a dark place...smiles.
and yes they can...
The wounded and...the refined, right?
I hope so.
Well done.
'They lied.' That got me. very thought provoking prose. Laurel
you are a very good writer....definitely makes me want to read more.
excellent story!There is always hope.
I like the question you pose at the end...
Yayyy for Karen! I love Karen! And I loved that story-- no surprise. :)
Heady stuff!
I must comment on the musical accompaniment, "Meditation From Thais" is one of my absolutely most favourite pieces. Thank you!
It was one of my mom's favorite pieces to play on her violin, Kat.
=)
ah the walking wounded
depth of field
Another cool piece. I'm enjoying what you're doing with your Mondays. It's a different side of you.
Lovely write.
Anna :o]
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