One moment I’m free soaring,
Beyond the reach of my grounded fears and short comings.
Clouds of possibilities glide serenely into my reach,
Challenging me to dance about them with confident wings.
This is what it means to be alive and free,
The toil is over now life can begin.
But quick as a raptor with talons bare,
I find myself cut short.
Hope dies within a sudden chaotic fall.
And I watch as wing meets ground,
Dashing the fragile creature this is my heart and mind.
Within my grasp is held the string,
Frayed limp and useless.
Now I find my feet planted firmly in regret,
I pick up the pieces of my dreams wondering how I can begin again.
Welcome to the Story Game!
Welcome to the Story Game!
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Young do I feel in this wide open world.
What storms come my way, I bravely stand, stick sword in hand.
These storms cannot tarnish my sleeves of courage.
A heart of brazen gold do I best within my small chest.
I am untouchable, I scream out to the darkening clouds.
Good bye,” I whisper as the glass doors shut behind me. A vacuum slowly envelopes all my insides as my feet mechanically walk to the car. I can feel the tears forming in their ducts. Sense the flood of emotion brimming just beneath the surface.
Walls subconsciously constructed began to crack with the weight of experiences.
All the memories.
All the people.
It all ended with those glass doors hissing shut.
I stop, not wanting to look back and fearing to walk forward.
For that moment, waiting motionless in the dark parking lot I was empty inside.
And I wish I could stop feeling.
Here we sit upon this fence,
Waiting for it to all make sense.
Some have since picked a side,
Slipping down that treacherous slide.
Wait will we the chosen free,
For death to choose our lives to be.
Blink upon a gliding cloud,
With Spring sunlight filtering between.
Darkness flees this growing world, running with frozen feet.
Now I see a world reborn, blazing forth with life so green.
Blink my eyes and feel the warmth, let my soul roam blissful and free.
“So how was the week?” I asked punching in my code to open the supply cabinet.
“It was fun!” my coworker exclaimed, “I went out with the other preschool moms, it was so weird.”
We both laughed at the absurd normality of the statement.
“I know!” I said with a smile, “your doing something that other people do. You-“
Glass doors slid open at the far end of the core, voices and bodies rushed in.
“Can you grab the LR? We’re going to need it.”
“I’ve got the crash cart, did you send out the call?”
“The HUC did, what else do you need?”
“It’s bad, it’s really bad, she not going to make it.”
“Out of the way!”
“Some time today would be nice with those meds!”
We found ourselves brushed to one side as faces rushed by.
Silence falls between us and we look through the glass doors. Beyond a fervor of organized chaos envelops a form on a white linen bed.
Quietly we stood there watching transfixed by the movements. Until I suddenly remembered the bundle of linens clutches in my arms.
“I probably should go do this,” I said and walked away.
Once more we danced round fires so deep,
Laying down our spells to reap.
With scuffled claws and lean fresh meat,
Our words you’ll never soon repeat.
As a moon so gilding the sky,
Do I drift upon a dream’s tide.
This boat upon a universe reflected,
Glides serene beneath this cosmic expanse.
“Hallelujah!” she cries, clapping rail thin hands. I smile and take off the blood pressure cuff.
“I take it, it’s good news!” I say with a smile.
“Free,” she says, overcome with apparent joy.
“What was that?” I ask as tears stream down her cheeks.
She sniffs and laughs all at once, “Cancer free, I’m cancer free!”
And as I clasp her hands and smile, we both start to cry.