November 9, 2008

  • Reclamation - inspired by a friend.

    She sat there in a corner with a tear stained face. Feeling so alone and abandoned. Her pride has left her and she is yearning for a new champion to fill the void. She grasps desperately, hoping to find a renewed inspiration. Its not how it was 15 years ago, 10 years, 5 years... where new experiences, new faces, and new casual compliments morph into the key that unlocks and releases the unhappiness. She looks forward, around, and outside, but neglects to look back. She can't look back. The invisible wall tells her that its beneath her to look back and rekindle. The ashes have burned out, and far be it for her to glide down from her self anointed grace to pick through and salvage what she left behind.

    But ahead of her is nothingness.

    Reluctantly, she glances back. Then looking back. Then slowing sliding back.

    Nobody left her. The familiar faces never stopped smiling. The friends never stopped supporting, concerned, from a distance. You can come back, to the comforts of people who knew you before. Who understand how you've grown. Who value you for your honesty, your vulnerability. All without judgment, without internalized notches indicating self made milestones that used to define who she was. Brazen, braggart... slowing down to find a humility in her own... reaching out again. To be reclaimed.