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. =)
Lucky Karen. Your writing is on fire lately. Awesome!
ReplyDeleteThanks 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.
ReplyDeleteA powerful Mag .. thought provoking!
ReplyDeleteVery, very nice...
ReplyDeleteMoving, effective, well thought out...
ReplyDeleteThe triumph of will over persuasion. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteVery good - I haven't visited before so don't know if the music is usually there - if not it goes well with your post.
ReplyDeleteCongrats to Karen! And I am loving your artsy posts lately, wonderful.
ReplyDeletenicely done...thanks for sharing this
ReplyDeleteReally delicious, one of the best I've read about this photo.
ReplyDeleteCongrats to Karen, she's a gem! Love this post..you stories make me have to use my brain and they always stir my emotions!
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing how much the wounded can walk away, stronger for having learned the tough life-lesson.
ReplyDeleteLovely prose to the prompt.
I want to read more...again. These teasers are no fair! :)
ReplyDeleteLoved your writing today; I just want more.
ReplyDeleteYou are always thought provoking and I love reading your posts.
Blessings and hugs to you!
Love that snippet, Sue...and congrats to Karen!
ReplyDeleteLove 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 !
ReplyDeleteYes, Lucky Karen....and as always us. For getting to read your wonderful prose!!
ReplyDeleteThis one is really going to make me think and then come back and read again.
ReplyDeleteYes, by God's grace, the wounded can walk away.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this thought-provoking essay.
Pretty deep, I must say, but, as I've said before, you truly do have a way with words.
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteHank
whew...i was not the only one to take this to a dark place...smiles.
ReplyDeleteand yes they can...
The wounded and...the refined, right?
ReplyDeleteI hope so.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
'They lied.' That got me. very thought provoking prose. Laurel
ReplyDeleteyou are a very good writer....definitely makes me want to read more.
ReplyDeleteexcellent story!There is always hope.
ReplyDeleteI like the question you pose at the end...
ReplyDeleteYayyy for Karen! I love Karen! And I loved that story-- no surprise. :)
ReplyDeleteHeady stuff!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDelete=)
ah the walking wounded
ReplyDeletedepth of field
Another cool piece. I'm enjoying what you're doing with your Mondays. It's a different side of you.
ReplyDeleteLovely write.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]