Flourish

They told her she wasn’t smart enough, and she believed them.

They told her she wasn’t strong enough, and she believed them.

They told her she couldn’t do it, and she believed them.

Someone told her they were wrong. Someone believed in her, and told her she could do it. Someone gave her the courage to try… so she did.

Afraid of failure, she started with little things… and wondered how long it would take her to fail, because she still didn’t believe in herself. She was still held captive by all the things she’d been conditioned to believe about herself… the voices that mocked her for years still echoed in her mind, and grew louder with every drop of confidence she started to feel.

But she didn’t fail. She succeeded. And that gave her the strength she needed to keep trying. The echoes became fainter, her confidence grew, and the day came when she heard the echoes no more.

She was free!

They barely recognized her. She walked with an unfamiliar lightness of step, her head held high, with a joyful smile on her face. Their hold on her was lost forever. Someone believed in her, encouraged her, and she flourished, becoming the woman she was always meant to be.

And, oh, how she shines!

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Flourish

Scars

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You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

They are hidden deep inside, and can only be felt by my heart. The only hint of them is in my eyes—glimmers of painful memories, decades-old hurts that never eased—and it can sometimes be seen in an unguarded moment.

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You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

Echoes of cruel words linger in my ears. The power they wield to inflict pain is never ending. The venomous tongue that spewed their poison was silenced long ago… and yet, I still hear them.

You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

My treacherous mind recalls the moment each scar was born. My dreams are invaded by the darkness, and I am forced to relive it all, again and again. Sometimes, it’s a replay of events. Others, an invention of a moment that could have happened. I awaken trembling in fear and filled with dread.

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You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

My heart is criss-crossed by lashes that cut so deep, they never fully healed and still bleed. Desperate to protect those wounds and ward off new ones, I tenderly encased its softness in a protective shell, and forced myself to believe it would keep my fragile heart safe from harm. But it didn’t work, and new wounds were formed.

You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

Sticks and stones

May break my bones…

But your words have

Scarred my soul.

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Solitude

I just discovered Daily Prompts and it sounded like a fun thing to start doing. I checked the page and today’s one word prompt is: Solitude.

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I’ve always enjoyed my moments of solitude. I particularly enjoy the nighttime hours… everyone is sleeping, the television is off, and the house is silent as a tomb. The only sounds I hear inside my home are occasional splashes of water in the aquarium, or the raspy scratch of a piece of gravel being nudged by one of my fish.

Now and then, I hear someone turning in their sleep, mumbling, lost in dreams. It makes me smile and remember hearing those same sounds when my children were still small… and how I would always tense slightly and listen attentively for a bit, in case those pleasant dreams took a frightening turn and they needed me to calm them back to sleep.

Some nights, such as this one, I’ll hear the low rumble of a train going down the tracks, whistle wailing intermittently. Outside, there are dogs answering its lonely call with forlorn howls of their own, finally quieting when the tracks fall silent.

Those times are the most relaxing for me… when everyone in and around my little corner of the world is at rest for the night. I take advantage of the stillness and indulge in reading my latest book, or working on my blog. Sometimes, I’ll just sit back and think about things. Remembering the past, dreaming about the future… I go wherever my thoughts take me.

I welcome moments of solitude… the peace it brings strengthens me to face whatever comes my way.

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