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To an outside observer it seemed that he was a lost in a labyrinth with each twist and turn leading to a blocked path.
Hemmed in by judgemental voices ignorant of his gentle soul,
even in times of despair he would still find beauty around him. In the kindness of strangers, with people who
poured their hearts out to him, revealing inner torments, aspirations and hopes.
In the end the maze would be conquered, the
thorns discarded, leaving only flowers exploding in a cornucopia of colours
resonating with love.
A year gone by does not lessen the void left behind.
It is getting to be an year since I wrote In Our Hearts forever. On a personal level this has been a time of remembrance which is perhaps reflecting on what I write. Maybe this is too personal to share but the reason I do this is to grow and develop and find the courage to share the thoughts and emotions bottled inside.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100It is getting to be an year since I wrote In Our Hearts forever. On a personal level this has been a time of remembrance which is perhaps reflecting on what I write. Maybe this is too personal to share but the reason I do this is to grow and develop and find the courage to share the thoughts and emotions bottled inside.
The conquered maze leaves a sense of comfort.
ReplyDeletePeace,
Marie Gail
Thank you Marie for those words of comfort.
DeleteThis is a lovely dedication and clearly a treasured memory. Very tender. I haven't been back to read the linked post, but will make time to do so.
ReplyDeleteMemories are all we have. Thanks for your kind words Jen.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteWriting is cathartic. This is a beautiful piece that needs no apology.
I write Holocaust and mental illness stories for the same reasons. You never know when you'll touch someone who needs to know that another person feels the same way. I hope that made sense.
Shalom,
Rochelle
It does make sense Rochelle, thank you for those comments.
DeleteA year is not very long, after all, when you've lost someone dear.
ReplyDeleteThe memories never go away. Thanks for reading and commenting Lizy.
DeleteI think most of us write as therapy. Please continue.
ReplyDeleteThat's true, writing can be therapeutic. Thanks for reading and commenting Dawn.
DeleteThis is beautiful and so filled with hope.. I think many going through sorrow can relate to this.
ReplyDeleteThanks Björn I am glad you think that way.
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