I am not crazy. I can’t be. Would a crazy person be able to define the word itself? No, I am not crazy, but this . . . this defies all logic. No matter how hard I try, what is happening in this house is beyond explanation and that is exceedingly uncomfortable to me. NoteContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: CRAZY”
We are a syzygy – Connected by experience, aligned by pain our hearts hold. Now we float, in the only realms we can understand. Life on earth, is a distant memory.
“Cheers!” She was the last one to raise her glass and the only one not to take a sip. He was the only one who knew why. He watched her, quietly and uninvited, from across the room. She looked beautiful in the long, fitted, red gown. Her toffee brown hair draped around her shoulders hidingContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: CHEERS! (100 Word Story- July 2020)”
Lucidity is lost, fading with memories of better times. She is a fragment of who she was – a vibrant girl she used to know, stolen by unexpected grief. Simple plans have vanished, She blinks as nothing comes to mind, but her uninvited reality of darkness. ©Raelyn Pracht 2020
Restless souls dance beneath the weight of the earth which smothers them until their last breath dances to Heaven.
My Bible, with marginal notes, The Holy Spirit, Leading and speaking. I am the scribe like those from the past Who wrote the scrolls Transcribed to where my notes now lay.
Bats in the Belfry, Hanging and waiting for the bells to chime the midnight hour. On their peal, they will fly out into the darkness, disrupting the October night sky. Silhouettes against the full moon, Embracing their calling, they loom. They own the time until the bells call them home.
Lucidity is lost, fading with memories of better times. She is a fragment of who she was – a vibrant girl she used to know, stolen by unexpected grief. Simple plans have vanished, She blinks as nothing comes to mind, but her uninvited reality of darkness.
Unreal reflections are ones which stare back at us.They are misrepresentations of who we are, showing distorted images of our greater selves. They show what we look like on the outside, just a reflection of a superficial image the world sees. Our true reflections are intricate maps of who God created us to be, theContinue reading “Unreal Reflections: 100 Word Writing Prompt”
Thoughts jostle in the space of infinite competition. Pushing against each other, they vie for my attention. Where can I hide from their pursuit? I search for ways to silence them. I close my eyes, breathe deeply, and try to let go.