And my life won.
I’m shrinking back into the corners, licking my wounds, my head spinning from the constant beating. I was just looking for the glimmer, the glint, the sparkle of joy. Anything that shines. I want to shine, too.
Instead the darkness sucks it back before I can really see it. Before I can really feel it. But I know it’s there, and I can feel it disappearing. I can feel something heavy being laid on my shoulders, telling me to just lie down. Urging me to stop looking for the magic.
“It’s not there,” the darkness whispers. “It’s not anywhere.”
But if I don’t believe that life can twinkle and dance, even when it is slapping me and driving me into a dark corner of silence, then I’ll have no reason to heal. I’ll have no reason to be kind to myself. No reason to stand up again and look for bright spots on the horizon.
Sean said:
Hey there, Stranger. Haven’t heard from you in a while. I like your writing and hope you post something new soon. I haven’t posted anything new in quite a while either. Always the best of intentions….
strangereveryday said:
Can you believe I am just reading this comment now? Lots of life changes. You nailed it with “the best of intentions.” Thanks for the nudge to write. I hope that you are doing well and finding time to create as well.