He is surely mine …
Such a strange strange thing …
How what’s given comes back again …
It had no return to sender …
Yet there it lies …
Pulled in close …
In the tightest embrace …
Reach out to capture …
What was meant to be yours …
Nurture nature and strip it bare …
But know the price …
A soul for a soul …
In making me his …
He is surely made mine …
We meet at the edge of all things …
And see only ourselves …
There reflected …
His eyes shine as mine …
My heartbeat his own …
Our tongues speak helpless words …
And though we make to shift the burden …
Start the flow with me on bended knee …
When he reaches out to claim this prize …
He is captured just the same …
Things are finally calming down a little … happily enshrined in my new ivory tower … a totally fresh start …
I can find my clothes … find my shampoo … and walk through a room without tripping over fifteen boxes lol … settled enough to at least go back to some semblance of normal life again …
So I’m sitting here staring at pixels and wondering how i get back into the routine … looking for the inspiration to set me off … so I can write again …
It’s starting to come though … and it occurs to me … that fresh starts aren’t just about forgetting … putting your past behind and trying to pretend it never was … it’s also about remembering …
It’s a good thing to remember the girl who was … and all of the things about her that were positive … though often hard for the world at large to see …
It’s good to remember the years of hard work and sacrifice for family … and all the good that came from that … there is great satisfaction in seeing children grown and finding their own way as healthy well-adjusted people who stay in my world and seek my counsel simply because they trust and love me … I gave them the life I never had … as I always promised myself I would … nothing else will ever match that achievement …
If I had always and only done for myself I could never have known this feeling …
It’s good to remember the years of schooling … the struggle to build a place in my field … and see the success that has come from that too … a decent relatively secure job … better than average pay … interesting work … enough comfort and mobility to afford the things I need and indulge at times in the things I want …
And it’s good to remember the last three years … the road from there to here … all I’ve seen and all I’ve done … every challenge … every heartache … every brutal inch of the worst of those months … because that was the fire that released the phoenix to rise from the ashes so to speak …
Such a cliche to say that there is no pleasure without pain … and yet so true … no happiness without sacrifice … no joy without suffering …
I have felt it all … and remember it all … who I am is who I was … just made stronger … freer … and even more able to love … in the only way that love can truly be … selflessly and without question …
So only the things that held me down shall be forgotten now … the old world is a new world … full of the light he made for it … and anticipation of an airplane ride to a sunny place … where the sweetest of remembrances resides …
Where he waits for me …
Asked by prettywhenyoucryy
Yes … I often write short pieces following a post that inspires me :-)