I saw this post on my Facebook page just now. I felt like it was speaking to me since I have felt lost for way too long. I decided to post it here and see if my brain still works. I am going to time myself for five minutes and see what comes out in words.I have no idea of what I will type in this blank, white space. Will it make any sense? Will it prove to me that I have lost something in my writing also? Okay, here goes.
A foolish person I have become at my age still waiting for that second chance at life. Grabbing hold of bubbles filled with sparks of new ideas. Love, is tagged in one beautiful bubble but my fingers can’t quite touch it.
Must I give up hope? After all the years I have lived, the experiences I have acquired, I surely have much to give and share. Wait, hold on. A bubble is floating in my direction. Should I dare? May I reach out and hold it gently in my hands?
Could this be the answer to so many prayers? I walk towards it, closer, it starts to breeze by me as if smiling at me with bursts of colors. Amazingly without thinking another thought, I extend out both of my arms and it gently rest upon me.
Inside there is a beautiful butterfly. Colors of blues and golds. I watch with intense interest at the gentle wings moving within the walls of my own invisible world. I touch it with my finger tips and it calls out to me. Somehow with spectacular grace it slips through its own shell and when I can feel it, it turns into a piece of paper. The bubble burst into mirrored, colored fragments and what is left are the words, this is your life. I have granted you a new opportunity.
Time is up.
Reblogged this on Rose with Thorns and commented:
Great post! Writing can be difficult. Sometimes, we just need to sit down and do it. That is a great coping skill as well as skill for writers and others.
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Thanks my friend. I needed to do it because I was feeling like I had no imagination left. When I read it back, I realized I still do
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I get the feeling through all that, you will make it. Be strong and try to laugh a lot.
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This is beautifully written. Glad you took on the challenge and that you shared it. This is exactly what I needed today. Thank you.
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It must be one of those days. I needed it too. After my brother passed away I felt like I have been brain-dead these past several months. After reading it back, I see my mind can still be imaginative. I hope you take the test and smile when you read back your results. Let me know
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I’m so sorry about your brother. I understand how the loss of a loved one can stop us in our tracks, and it can be so difficult to find ourselves again. Glad you’re still writing.
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Thanks dear friend, I am moving on it just seems a slow process, hugs
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You have suffered, Terry, but your writing has not. Don’t stop.
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Thank you, I needed to do the test to see where I am at. Thank you so much for this important comment
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Sometimes the grains of suffering are salt which burns the wound before the scars and other times sugar to make the bad medicine go down.
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Very good description of pain Foghorn, thank you. You seem to know it very well
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A lost child due to being too small. 16oz and more than you can imagine… 😦
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Wonderful.
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Thanks Julie, not near as exciting as your day with the missing dogs
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Five minutes can seem like a lifetime when you’re staring at the blank screen, can’t it?? We must write on.
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It does, but once that first word is placed all flows from there. It is easier writing down the first word that pops up in your mind then spending time thinking of a plot, at least for me it is. Have a great weekend! Hugs
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I think you are right! Hope your weekend is good, too!
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Your writing is always great, never give up!
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Thank you Ute. You know from the cyber space friendship category, you are the best in my eyes
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Love and hugs !
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