Moving Forward
Posted by ChayNicholeApr 13
Taking a step forward
Only to sink back into the ground
The mud sloshes up around her feet
Into the same haze of dragging emotion, she is sucked back down.
Take this step forward, to move on from past mistakes
The roots are reaching up, grabbing at her ankles
The leaves of the trees tell her it is an impossible feat
The next step forward, a little more determined
The wind whips around her in laughing pessimism,
As the grasses sway and whisper with discouraging jests
How do they see this as humor?
Dragging down another, another that has simply fallen like so many others.
But not this one, she cannot fall
For if she falls, there fall with her the hopes, the dreams, and the respect
Of those whom have built her up on this pedestal of unrealistic sainthood.
Yet when she cries out, when she takes that step to walk herself out of the darkness,
The darkness that is keeping her from the shining Sun,
The shadows that had seemed so sunny in times before,
These are the shadows that are now showing the true darkness of their fibers.
But she will not give up now.
Take another step, she must move forward
A drive urgently presses her through the start of the storm she knows is coming.
The uphill struggle will not dampen her resolution now.
She must keep her eyes toward the sky, her heart uplifted; this will make her lighter
To carry her across the top of the muck that so easily pulls her back in,
To guide her through the rustling of the leaves and the murmuring of the grasses,
She sees the next step
Almost looming with ominous anxiety
As she approaches, she resolutely reminds herself of the happiness,
The happiness she will bring out of the calm of this storm.
As she takes that next step, she cannot resist the smile
Even as the rain begins to pelt her face and the trees creak with movement in the howling wind.
For she knows that this is only the beginning
The beginning of the drastically beautiful changes that make us appreciate the darkest of miles.
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3 comments
Comment by Charles on April 15, 2009 at 10:58 AM
When reading this writing, I am painted a picture. A man (whom evidently represents myself) stands on a hill facing a rolling valley over which a storm is looming. The storm comes with an obvious power and an evident purpose. The man can be anyone, I assume, as your writing, Chay, paints me a picture of you standing in front of this storm as well. We all have these storms at some point in life. I like your representation of life’s situations with this written “painting”. Very well done.
Comment by Nick on April 16, 2009 at 3:42 PM
A wide range of emotions are in this writing. Your words demand a visceral response. I feel the heroine stuggling. The yearning to move onward. Determination and the grit to face whatever is coming. Too many people prefer to lay down in the slough of despond and perish. It’s easy to just give up, or worse, to take the easy way around. Reading this gives me a glimmer of your character. Excellent.
Comment by ChayNichole on April 25, 2009 at 11:50 AM
Charles and Nico, thank you both so much for your encouraging responses. Very kind of you. I believe the expression of this writing was supposed to be that of giving you the surrounding and therefore helping the reader to understand why it is she is struggling and her determination to get past this approaching storm of life, and any for that matter. I’m very glad to see that the message is conveyed in a manner that one can be there and feel what it is she is feeling. Thank you, again! <