She woke with a gnawing notion in her spirit. In the pit, of the pit, of the pit of her stomach. Her core was silent and she didn't care much for the sour note that was resonating there. Her dreams had been crushed and her spirit was broken, yet, she was still determined to forge a path, even though it felt so uneasy. How do I get there from here she thought? She was deflated and tired, withered and worn, deserted and degraded, but once again, she willed herself to the table, and sitting down... she began.
"Just do it!" popped in her head. Cliche? Oh! Most definitely!
She wanted to be a writer and she wanted to be successful at it. If only she could find the words? Every minute signaled a silent plea. Oh! To go back to the days before her social awakening. The memories came flooding back to her in stunning arrays. It was the ease with which everything used to come to her that she missed most. Maybe it would have been better to describe the beginning as a social deadening, or maybe, the time that changed her happiness for good. Her life up to the point where the change occurred was a lie, but everything had felt better then—at least, better from her perspective.
Things had been going along smoothly, that is, until recently. The challenges used to be fun. Life always seemed a challenge, but that is what she lived for and she had always been up for it. However, the wearing on her year after year had all but killed her drive. Her spirit was like Swiss cheese, full of holes and lacking substance. What an innocent pleasure! To be on top of the world and have no idea that you weren't. That was the beauty of her life before the change...
It was only the second day she had passed by the warm glowing porthole to her future, being that her mother had walked her to school that the first day. Never would she have ever thought that the perfect circle window glowing its' inviting warmth possessed such great meaning to her in her life. It was the second day of first grade and the window calling to her signaled the halfway point between home and school.
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I needed to be forgiven for every bad decision I had ever made. My heart pounded and throbbed at the prospect of total forgiveness. How many times had I asked myself why? Why did the things in my life happen to me as they did? I began as a good girl. I was cute and sweet and in no way did I deserve the hand that life had dealt me!
©Cassie Warren All Rights Reserved
She wanted to be a writer and she wanted to be successful at it. If only she could find the words? Every minute signaled a silent plea. Oh! To go back to the days before her social awakening. The memories came flooding back to her in stunning arrays. It was the ease with which everything used to come to her that she missed most. Maybe it would have been better to describe the beginning as a social deadening, or maybe, the time that changed her happiness for good. Her life up to the point where the change occurred was a lie, but everything had felt better then—at least, better from her perspective.
Things had been going along smoothly, that is, until recently. The challenges used to be fun. Life always seemed a challenge, but that is what she lived for and she had always been up for it. However, the wearing on her year after year had all but killed her drive. Her spirit was like Swiss cheese, full of holes and lacking substance. What an innocent pleasure! To be on top of the world and have no idea that you weren't. That was the beauty of her life before the change...
It was only the second day she had passed by the warm glowing porthole to her future, being that her mother had walked her to school that the first day. Never would she have ever thought that the perfect circle window glowing its' inviting warmth possessed such great meaning to her in her life. It was the second day of first grade and the window calling to her signaled the halfway point between home and school.
1:
I needed to be forgiven for every bad decision I had ever made. My heart pounded and throbbed at the prospect of total forgiveness. How many times had I asked myself why? Why did the things in my life happen to me as they did? I began as a good girl. I was cute and sweet and in no way did I deserve the hand that life had dealt me!
©Cassie Warren All Rights Reserved
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