Monday, May 13, 2013

Word theme story...Drowning

It was a challenge from a friend to write a story about a word...so here is mine for drowning:

Drowning slowly makes you wonder about your life. How did I get here, why did it end up like this, slowly drifting away under the water, mental images taking you back through your life. The time you can remember your first birthday, how the candle looked, how you wanted to touch it, but couldn’t because it hurt but you didn’t understand why. Looking up at the bubbles, images floating pass you, your first kiss, sweet under the bleachers from the one you thought you would never leave, to the baby born into a world of flashing lights and parents’ cries. Slowly losing consciousness, memories keep flowing, from the fights late at night to the crying from past due bills, all sinking into reality of an adult life that can’t be kept up with. Slipping into the unknown with thoughts of a life now past her, she slips into the other world…dark and unknown. Time stands still just for what seems like a moment, then a light at the end. She pushes forward, slowly making her way to the light, the beautiful glowing orb at the end of what seems like an endless journey, slow and painful but painstakingly trudging forward.
Suddenly she hears a familiar sound, muffled but familiar, coming from the light…come back to me, don’t leave me. She finds the strength to struggle on, to find that voice, from an echo to a more prominent voice trudging her forward, momentum in her feet, a pulse in her heart…she marches on, grasping to remnants of a life she has, fighting for what she wants. She wants to feel a gentle hand, a smooth caress, a meaningful kiss, her heat beat pulsate. The voice, louder with each step, directing her every movement, her only sanity in the world as she knows it, beckoning her, begging her to come. The light, with it’s heated caress, it’s blinding glow now basking her in it’s loving glow, she smiles. She sees the hand to the familiar face that called to her from the darkness, led her to his embrace, melted the worry away. She is safe again, a warm embrace, a gentle hand, a meaningful kiss.
    Hope you enjoy it!

    2 comments:

    1. Enchanting imagery and emotion in this reflection. I could feel all the memories as if they were my own.
      Great post!
      Blessings!

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    2. Sometimes the pain just seems to pile up and drown us - thank God, for being able to find a way out!

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