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Sunday, December 21, 2014

The Light

I stood at the bottom of the mountain catching my breath. The race was on and I could hear the churning of gravel close behind me as others fought to catch up.

Taking a deep gulp of cold mountain air I began my sprint up the crumbling incline just as darkness began to settle in around me. The only thing that gave me hope was the light at the top of the mountain waiting to welcome the runners to the end.

Twilight cast shadows all around as I jumped over bushes and ran around sharp edged rocks, not sure whether or not I was still on the path to glory. However, the light shined bright above me and so my pursuit continued.

As the sunset’s blazing orange slipped into midnight blue, my legs began to tire. With pupils dilated my urgency increased and all thoughts of pain began to be forsaken in hopes of reaching the light overhead.

The climb no longer allowed my steady sprint and I was forced to decelerate. False peace calmed my anxiously beating heart, for I could hear no footsteps trotting behind. I must be far ahead of those who were also undertaking the mountain’s treacherous slope.

With elevated confidence, and one step on a jagged rock, I came crashing down. Agony paled my poor knees and cramps brought my hands to my stomach. I curled up tight in torment on the jagged mountain floor. The light above was so close and yet I couldn’t move. My victory was within reach, yet I lay paralyzed.

“Sweetheart? Wake up, you must’ve been having a bad dream.” My eyes flutter open to see my mother’s face. Wrinkles form above concerned eyebrows. As I blink awake, pain shoots through my skull. I can’t help but twinge. This causes my mother’s stare to wander away from me to the beeping monitor sitting to the left.

Biting her lower lip, my mother’s attention returns to me. Her eyes are glistening as she bends down to hug me. I can smell mint on her breath as she whispers in my ear, “I love you my sweet girl. You are free to go when you please.”

Medications cause me to drift asleep, though I can feel my mother’s hand in mine.


I am at the top of the mountain now and I see the light. It is basking all around me, encircling me with warmth. I do not see the other runners, for it is just I basking in the glory of the race I’ve now accomplished.

Friday, December 19, 2014

I Step Outside...

I step outside and my breath billows
   up and out in short spurts.
Little does it know that inside my soul
  up and down flit the emotions
  of my heart.
A strange invasion curls its long fingers
  around and gives a slight squeeze.
"You are alive, but life is about to change;
  come into the unknown."
Fingers laced round my beating heart
  and the pulse can't help but quicken.
Anxiety, fear, regret, could all creep in,
  yet the choice is mine,
  my heart says, "No!"
It continues its rapid beating, building strength
  that becomes courage.
Courage permits a blind trust to enter.

Flashback to hot summer days left
  wandering the city streets--
These race
  all through my mind.
Though those days, at times, could resemble
  this strange sensation, 'tis not.
He, the one with the long fingers,
  is not a memory to learn from.
He, the one making me feel alive,
  is not the first to come along
  though I've a feeling he'll be the last.
For in my journey unknown, I'm about
  to jump in with both feet.
This time I'm not jumping alone, for
  he's holding my hand.
We don't need to count out loud,
  but a glance left then right,
  lets us know we're good to go.
Bending knees, we grip hands tight
  and thrust ourselves overboard into the sea.
Waves crash below, the wind whips tight
  the flags lined along the shore.
Everyone is saying don't go, but
  our hearts sing a different tune.
You and me, me and you together at last
  in the endless depths of the sea.
My trust I give to you, in turn
  you give me courage.
Trust and courage, together we'll have to
  make the plunge to live and love
  as one.