One Moment

One swallow does not make a summer. -Aristotle (384 BC – 322 BC)

Anger is only in the moment.
Let yourself calm down.
Don’t nourish and grow those grudges,
Because in the end they will only be a drain.
One moment does not a life-time make,
And one life-time is not only that moment.
 
One bird is not an aviary,
One bee not an apiary.
One horse is not a ranch,
One tree is more than a branch.
 
So remember this
When next you miss
That moment to calm down.
For you are more than your emotions.
You are what you allow yourself to feel.

Written for the Friday challenge of the Light and Shade Challenge: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/light-and-shade-challenge-friday-27.html

This time, I got the word count part of the challenge.

Sometimes, you just need to leave the room and calm down because you won’t react in a way you’ll like if you’re all emotion.

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Angels

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She shuddered and opened her eyes. It was dark and there was little light. As she lay in the car, she recognized very little of it. The windows were cracked and glass lay about her. The metal of the car was twisted around her body in a mockery of an embrace. She wasn’t hurt too badly or, if she was, she couldn’t tell. Considering how her head was ringing it was likely that she was suffering from, at the very least, a concussion.

Which would explain partially why she couldn’t remember how she’d come to be in this position. She couldn’t even turn her head in order to see if there was anyone with her and her ears were ringing too loudly to hear anything either.

“Is anyone here?” she called out and then stopped, “Never mind,” she mumbled, hoping to stop the louder ringing and now spinning that she had subjected herself to with her yell.

No one answered, so it was just as well.

She was able to see the outside sky a little and she marveled at the string of stars and the strange streak that went right through them.

‘The Milky Way is far more gorgeous than I ever imagined,’ she thought to herself.

This wasn’t the last time she would ever see the lights above her, but it was the first time she would see a shooting star seem to land next to her.

“I’m going to get you out of there.”

Tonya smiled at the angel, surely it was an angel to be able to glow like that, who was reaching through the twisted metal and broken glass towards her.

Tonya was still smiling when the angel’s hand touched her head and everything went dark.


Written for Light and Shade’s Friday Challenge: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/light-and-shade-challenge-friday-27.html

Though I have once again missed the target word count (100 words) and gone over it…

I’m just so wordy…