She sits in the rocker, wearing her floral apron over a calico dress Hands resting on thighs and silvered hair, once knotted tidily, now quite a mess Tears long exhausted, now just vacancy remains in her eyes Deep, even breaths have replaced the wails and cries And even the broken hearted sighs The rocker moves with steady rhythm, creaking against the old wood floor She falls deeper into meditation than she remembers ever having done before In her mind, she follows the familiar path, finally coming to the meadow she seeks. In her mind, her feet move her to that sacred space At the foot of the only tree in the field, she takes her place Resting back against the ancient oak and hands upon the exposed roots She allows the emotion to course through her and into the tree as it cradles her body She feels the warm comfort of Mother Earth & Father Sky enveloping her, slicing through the haze of grief, and the question comes clearly enough she can almost hear it with her physical ears... "Will you continue walking your path, or are you giving up? You have the strength to survive this, but you must choose."
I'm new here, so I hope I'm doing this right. I usually wait to post something until I have a 'feel' for the group/audience, but this prompt really worked for me and I felt compelled to post this.
Oh, and thanks for being here with the prompts! This looks to be exactly what I need!!
Anyway, constructive criticism and feedback are always appreciated.
Hands resting on thighs and silvered hair, once knotted tidily, now quite a mess
Tears long exhausted, now just vacancy remains in her eyes
Deep, even breaths have replaced the wails and cries
And even the broken hearted sighs
The rocker moves with steady rhythm, creaking against the old wood floor
She falls deeper into meditation than she remembers ever having done before
In her mind, she follows the familiar path, finally coming to the meadow she seeks.
In her mind, her feet move her to that sacred space
At the foot of the only tree in the field, she takes her place
Resting back against the ancient oak and hands upon the exposed roots
She allows the emotion to course through her and into the tree as it cradles her body
She feels the warm comfort of Mother Earth & Father Sky enveloping her, slicing through the haze of grief, and the question comes clearly enough she can almost hear it with her physical ears...
"Will you continue walking your path, or are you giving up? You have the strength to survive this, but you must choose."
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Oh, and thanks for being here with the prompts! This looks to be exactly what I need!!
Anyway, constructive criticism and feedback are always appreciated.
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