Storm clouds gather on the horizon
Gradually moving forward to cover the sky
Shading the earth from the sun
Lightning strikes
Throwing the landscape in a blinding incandescent glow
The storm rages closer
Like two Gods fighting
Deafening roar
Crying out, warning all of what’s to come
Waves crash against the sand
Dragging remnants of the landscape into the black void
Slowly eating away at the topography
Creating a permanent scar along the waters edge
An endless cycle
© Kristen Ricketts 2017
You forge down the path set by others
Fighting against the befallen curse
Unable to break free from the chains
Destined to continue down the desolate trail
Gazing across the tracks to where you want to be
Unable to make any progress against the restraints
The endless struggle
Against the unchanging tides
The constant exertion wearing you down
At the point of oblivion
A bright light comes into view
Forever changing your fate
One day you will look back at this bare, trampled ground
Covered by nothing more than the worn footsteps
And reflect on what got you to where you are
© Kristen Ricketts 2017
I wanted to share a short fiction piece that I submitted to braveandrecklessblog.com.
The lights from the house shined brightly against the ominous night sky. This place that once encompassed so much happiness now keeps me anchored to these grounds. Barely more than breath and bones, I am like an echo between planes; not much more than a whisper in the wind.
Below my feet the leaves that fell overnight no longer crumble under my weight. I am a remnant of the person that I once was, destined to live eternity in endless solitude. The scent of jasmine hangs on the breeze; another reminder of all of that has been lost. The grass has finally started to grow on the haphazardly dug grave below the weeping willow, covering what lies beneath the muddy soil. I can feel the decomposition beginning on my body, a web of secrets entwining me with the earth.
Around me, the night begins to come alive with nocturnal creatures…
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The wind blows
A constant breeze that rustles the tree branches on the horizon
Outside the window a bright day waits
Inside, nothing will be the same again
A woman lays there, clinging to exist
Half a lifetime filled with pain
Bones brittle and knotted
The shallow breaths become few and far between
Only the gentle rise of her chest the indication life is still present in her body
The last petal from the black rose silently falls
As she is taken from this earth before her time
Relief, rage, despair all wash over those standing around the bed
Finally she is in a place without pain
No longer struggling for one minute of peace with a body that fought so hard against her
Though she will be missed, she’s finally free
© Kristen Ricketts 2017
Almost 3 years ago I lost one of the most important people in my life. Since then, it has been almost a daily struggle to understand why. Until recently, I faithfully repeated “it was for the best” over and over trying to force myself to believe these simple words. The Black Rose is my way of letting go of the anger and finally accepting one of the greatest losses I will ever know. You will forever be missed ♥
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