September 12, 2012

• UFC – “A Previous Life” April 16, ’10

  Shadowlight’s Challenge  Use as many of the following phrases as possible.You can use them in a song, poem, scene, chapter, or a story of 500-1500 words.  * born on the night of the blue moon when shooting stars filled the skies* drowning in a sea of unsaid words* sacred time* blank canvas* The breeze at dawn carrying secrets came softly through my window* through a glass darkly  A Previous Life     I was born on the night of the blue moon when shooting stars filled the skies.      As I grew, I believed that meant my life was special, unblemished, with each  shooting star representing a wonderful event destined to happen; a charmed   life.    And so it was. My blank canvas filled with the passing years and became a story  book of happy memories, love, and good times. My entire life up to that point  was a sacred time…    But then I met you, and my world proverbially turned upside down. I stood on  the outside, looking in at a world I didn’t comprehend, had no understanding of  at all. The life of an addict – your life. My shooting stars crashed and burned one  by one as your life overtook mine and it became all about you. The stealing. The  lies. The debt. But how could I escape? I loved you, and my greatest wish was to  help you escape from your demons. So I didn’t complain, not at first. I  ”empathised” and felt so badly for you, knowing that on your good days you  hated yourself for what you were doing to us. I kept quiet with my anguish and  the harsh words of blame and accusation in my head; I left myself drowning in a  sea of unsaid words. My love for you had me willfully looking through a glass  darkly, refusing to see the truth – that the heartfelt word of an addict is never  going to be truthful in the end, no matter how truthfully spoken at the time.    I longed for escape but couldn’t leave. Guilt made me static. I thought that the  magic answer to all our problems would surely, simply must, make itself known  if I willed it hard enough. But the final star bombed to the ground and exploded.  My longed-for answers did not come like the breeze at dawn, carrying secrets   softly through my window. The end came like a train crash in a dumbfounding,  paralysing string of hateful, hurtful words from your drunken mouth. Words I   was never even meant to hear.    My inertia was broken. I grabbed myself, the remnants of my life, and removed   them far, far away from you. The weight of your oppression lifted. With every  day that passed a new star appeared to replace the old until now, years later, I  can hardly see the darkness of the night sky.   Click here to read more challenges. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ TRIPLES with EMMA

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