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.
VerityAlways 6 months ago
Thanks, Frenchie and Brian.
VerityAlways 6 months 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 6 months ago
Just read this for the first time, Verity, and feeling its power
VerityAlways 6 months ago
Thanks, Jamie!
Frenchie 5 months 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 5 months ago
Thanks, Frenchie! Learning from you'll.
VerityAlways 5 months ago
Thanks, Christopher!