Strength in Solitude
I sit on the edge of the bank, playing with the pebbles. I savor the calmness. I was a prisoner to my past. Now no more.
Every so often, I come here to embrace the calmness, to detach myself from the magnets of vile and void thoughts.
I'm thirsty to cry.
Circular ripples appear in the water.
One,
Two,
and the ripples grow wider; as my tears merge with the water.
Overpowered, I duck my head and scream my lungs out.
My shrills swallow the stillness.
I cry till I culminate my lost strength to face my horrors. Alone. Again.
- Category: Psychological
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Frenchie and Brian.
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Apologies if you're re-reading it. I tweaked it a bit (probably re-wrote!).
It was playing like a loop in my head. This one does justice to my memory. -
Jamie Clapperton over 2 years ago
Just read this for the first time, Verity, and feeling its power
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Jamie!
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Frenchie about 2 years ago
This is a very powerful drabble. To be honest, I saw myself by the water. I felt the void too.
You write well, Verity. 😊 -
VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Thanks, Frenchie! Learning from you'll.
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VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Thanks, Christopher!
