No Respite

Say it again one more time
And don’t forget you have to rhyme,
For in life there is no respite
Even from words, you’ll find I’m right.
 
How could it be that they hold me down?
A couple of letters keep me spinning ’round;
Very often I have found myself lost
Even though in my mind there is no moss…
Now I’ve gone and my way with words is lost.
 
Have you ever gone looking for a story, just one, in your own mind and become lost?
 
Even here in my own mind, I find no peace with so many worlds demanding their turn at the type.
 

This was inspired by the rewrite that Sreejit started of his own Dungeon Prompts, this one is for the Dungeon Prompt: Seeking Refuge. Now that my mind has started on these once again, I find that I am captivated all over again.

This is a good thing.

Foggy Morning

A fog hovers overhead

Not sure where to go instead

Wander the halls

Lost and feeling small

Just want to rest

Can’t find the best

Way to turn off

My mind, it’ll scoff

Does it not feel

That guilt is real

Is there no way

That I can see day

Because this night

Will keep light

Inside of me

Just let it be!


This was inspired by my inability to sleep last night and yet still waking early (why?!) and also by the revisit of the Dungeon Prompt: Guilt.

Loss of Balance

Finding a balance between her professional life, something that was necessary to pay the bills and take care of her sons, and her time spent with her sons was very difficult. On the one side, she wanted to bury herself in her work completely so that she didn’t have to think about the hole in her life that used to be filled by her husband. She wanted to keep her body moving so that her mind didn’t have time to think.

On the other hand, she didn’t want to lose anymore of her sons’ lives than she already had. She had missed months if not years of her eldest’s life. She knew that he still blamed her for the divorce between Warren and her. Mary had never been able to sit down and really talk it over with Terry and not talking about it had caused the rift to grow.

“Mary, let me help, you don’t have to work yourself to death for this.” 

“No, Alex,” Mary sighed over the phone, “I need to work, you know that more than anyone else.”

“Mary, you’re missing the best years of Matt’s life, you don’t want to make the same mistakes that you made with Terry.”

Mary drew in a breath of air sharply, but said nothing as she carefully closed the cell phone in her hand.

She wondered if she’d ever find the balance that she needed in this life or if, when it did come, it would ever be allowed to last.

“Alex, you don’t understand,” she whispered to herself, the phone sitting on the table beside her, “My kind are not allowed to do anything other than make mistakes.”

The sun was high in the sky as she looked out the window, the rays beating down on her with a harsh glare as if to remind her of what she was even if she was no longer who she had been.


This was a combination of two prompts: the Dungeon Prompt: Balance and the Art of Succeeding in an All or Nothing World by Sreejit and the Light and Shade Challenge for this first Monday of the month.

This Year I Will…

image: sister just older than me's old art pad

image: ‘Sisters’ , from sister just older than me’s old art pad

Remember that we are not invincible
Especially when life is hard.
So keep in mind my limitations
Or down upon the ground I’ll go.
Let old hurts heal
Until all that’s left is a scar.
Think about why I feel something
Even if that reason hurts.
 
The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
–Aristotle

(This image is one that my sister drew based off a picture of two of our other sisters.)

This post is inspired by two prompts: Eclectic Corner #3 – Resolutions and the revisit of Dungeon Prompt: Mortality and the Human Psyche. Make sure to check out the prompts as well as Sreejit’s revisit of his Dungeon Prompt, Defined by the Darkness, it’s really good for making you think!

Freedom is…

Freedom is…

Being able to feel safe

Knowing someone will catch you when you fall

Working with a team that you trust

Listening to someone play for you a part they’ve practiced for weeks

Feeling the love of your family, chose or otherwise

Knowing that someone is happy because of you

Teaching a child a skill that they need or want to learn

Kneeling in prayer to your Higher Power

Being able to protect yourself and those you care about, from words or actions

Being who you are without apology


There is an endless list for what freedom is for me, for my family, for those I care about. It’s not something I always think about, but after an incident in my family last night I was struck by it. There are things that I am not allowed to do and there are good reasons for it. Sometimes I chafe at them, but I still must live by them. I forget that though I am restricted in a lot of things there is even more that I am not restricted when many others are.

Freedom is being able to live and not just survive.

This little walk was inspired by the revisit of the Dungeon Prompt:  Freedom in the Modern World that Sreejit is doing. I can’t include his response for this one because it has mysteriously disappeared this morning from the internet.

Blending In My Soul

She could feel It sometimes at the back of her mind, clawing and trying to get a better grip on her. Star didn’t bother paying it too much attention because that was what It wanted. The more attention she gave it, the more it could do with her and she wasn’t going to allow It anything more than what she needed from It.

“I don’t need anything from you.” she whispers sometimes when there’s no one else around.

“Then why am I here?” It rasps back from the darkest corners of her soul.

Star doesn’t answer back. She knows that this is how her brother fell. He answered It and kept answering It whenever it spoke.

That was the problem with It, if you gave it too much attention then It started getting stronger, but you couldn’t ignore It completely either.

There was no happy medium because every single day was give and take and you never knew just how much It was going to give or take.

That didn’t mean she was going to give up and give in to It.

She wasn’t going to lose any more than she already had to It It had taken and taken and taken, what It gave back was never something she wanted to keep, but parts of It had wormed into her soul just the same.

Likely  because she was Chaos-souled and little bits of It blended right in.

Star didn’t close her eyes as she stepped out of the darkness and into the light no matter how much the brightness burned at her eyes.

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image: from martha0stout’s phone

 


Inspired by the redo for Sreejit’s Dungeon Prompt: Good, Evil and the Rules that You Live By. Check out his own response It Takes Two.

Listen, Hear My Words

So I sit and don’t say a word
Perhaps because I have no room
Even to answer a simple questions
Although I do not feel distressed
Keeping in mind there’s more to a conversation than just words.
 
There is the feel of emotions
Or the turn of a head
 
My voice is heard
Even as my lips are sealed.
 

There is a lot more, I have found, to a conversation, no matter the topic, than just the words that are said. I know this because I have hours that sneak up where I cannot talk. Literally. I can picture the words, spell them on a piece of paper, read them, but I cannot get my lips to follow the instructions my brain is sending. Sometimes I can’t read or write or speak. I know some American Sign Language and I know that both my family and I need to learn more because there are increasing times where that is the only way I can communicate.

This was inspired by the Dungeon Prompt: Inner Voice from Sreejit’s rewriting of his prompts. Make sure to read his new one for this prompt as well.

You Can’t Forget

They thought that it would never come for them. That they would never have to answer for what they were and what they refused to do.

Fools.

Then again, the young are always said to be foolish, not wanting to acknowledge the duty that they were brought into this world to fulfill.

Mother wouldn’t let them ignore it forever.

Some day, Mother would fill him and show them just how wrong they were to deny it.

A smile spread across Neal’s face, the insanity contained within would give any who saw it night terrors for the rest of their natural lives.

It was convenient that nothing was left alive around him.

Somewhere in the Ether, where Chaos was sealed, it shared his smile.


Inspired by the redo that Sreejit is doing with all of his Dungeon Prompts. I thought about it and decided that it would be a lot of fun to revisit them as well! This was a revisit of Dungeon Prompts: Chaos.