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Halted


Torn Asunder

Torn Asunder

Halt. Stop. Freeze. Stand still. Stay there.

Terminate. Conclude. Cease. Suspend. Conclude. Time out.

Break. End.

I was here and I was whole. And then there was a terrifying roar, the earth bellowed and the sky roared the roar of demons. And from my core I felt a crack, a break, a shift in the universe, a tearing asunder of me, my world, and my understanding of it.

Is my place gone? I hurt and I am raw with feelings so strong that they burn and sting just to think about them. I cannot touch that part of me that is torn and jagged. That part of me is learning how to be apart, and how to be something else. I spread out my arms to try to make contact with warmth and life and growth, but I reach only fog and grey skies. If I flail about, will I make sense? Will I make contact, or will I simply look the fool and create empty wind?

Let me be still. Let me look inside myself.

I shudder and I breathe. I cast off some of the cloying fear that has sickened me since the terrifying crash. Being bound by fear is no way to live, and so I let loose, I relax and let it fall away. I am still here.

I stand and I am changed, and so I am new. I am what I was, and now I am something different as well. So it is as if I am two: a before and an after. Now comes the test and contest will be to see which one is stronger. Fine by me. I do so love a challenge!

I think I see the glimmer of an answer in my form that separates the sky and shades the field of foxtails at my feet. This journey shall be worth it! And if you like, you may join me on my weederful adventure of a changed life.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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This entry was published on November 25, 2013 at 9:33 pm. It’s filed under Adventure, beginnings, Bravery, Danger, Depression, foxtail, grass, Journey, loneliness, Nature, Pain, Photography, Project 365, promise, Sky, Weeds and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

One thought on “Halted

  1. We could learn a lot from tree, he/she is very profound. Great writing.

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