BraveWrite, Week 3

September 19th

She fears its gentle hands have found her again. It whispers in her ear all the things she shouldn’t to hear. The truth long gone, her heart long since battered, she welcomes the cold. It hollows her out. Vacant of emotion. It’s too late when she names it. #Depression

 

September 20th

In the state of #jejune, we were all consumed by our fables. We were a unique center whose storms were unlike any other. The Gods aimed for us, small and insignificant though we KNEW different. But then our eyes opened. We wore others’ shoes and heeded our empathy.

 

September 21st

Their trunks, china cabinet, and every nook and cranny served as a #cache for their precious items. The house seemed willing to burst at the seams with their collections. It was a glorified storage unit filled with the sentimental. She worried it would go up in flames

 

September 22nd

The world is full of the #esoteric. It haunts the realms of math and science. It teases everyone. But it belongs to the artists most of all. The ones who draw, paint, compose and write for themselves, hoping some will understand. They bare their hearts for acceptance.

 

September 23rd

Wanna know what I think? she asked all of a sudden.

What? His eyebrows raised above a curious gaze.

I think life is a marinade in which we all #marinate. It’s experiences, people, and choices are all the spices we added, She smiled and nudged him, Don’t you think?

 

September 24th

The clock chimed #twelve in the middle of the night and summoned the witch from her workings. Her feet bounced down the stairs, jostling the book she held in her arms.

Ah, there it is, she said while flipping through the aged pages. Clearing her throat, she began to recite.

 

September 25th

The abyss was #tempting, as always. It called to her in seductive whispers. It threaded its fingers into hers, holding her hand, pulling. Her shoulders drooped in defeat and matched the dark bags under her eyes. The image in the mirror wasn’t her so why continue?

True Promises

I’m wondering

If you can save me from myself

Because I’m drowning

And the dark Abyss looks so

Tempting.

Will I see in this black pit of despair?

 

The night time air calms me

Lulls me into a state of

Security.

And then I see you

In my mind’s eye.

A Rock

A Safe Place.

 

I fight against the waters

Thick like Spider’s webbing

Around my limbs.

It pulls me down

Heavy, a weight unlike any other.

 

But you’re here, reaching out.

Your hands grip mine

And the water falls away

Safe and playful again.

 

You whisper in my ear

Quiet, and oh so loud

Reminding me of Promises

I made to myself.

 

Without you,

I’d be the wind’s toy,

Tossed amongst the trees

Only to be

Lost.

 

It’s time to find my own feet

And stand firm.

I know you are there for me

As I try to be for you.

 

We’ll catch each other

If we Fall

But for now

We stand in day’s light

Far from our Shadows.