I feel like I’ve lived a decade in a year. Without a doubt, the most profound and hardest year of my life. A year of healing. Like an immense weight has been lifted off my chest. Is this what it’s like to breathe again? To breathe deeply. To breathe completely. An inhale. A moment to savor the air. The taste of life is sweet. Exhale. Let go. Repeat.
“If the pain was deep, you will have to let it go many times.”
I don’t doubt there will be times when water will find its way to trickle through these cracks again. But I turn all of my pain into strength. So I say unto the earth—break me. Break me so wide open that the entire universe can fit in between these pieces.
About the Creator
S.R. Var
I wrote to understand the world around me. I stopped to become a scientist. Decades later, I write to understand myself. Perhaps if you see a bit of yourself in my writing, it may bring you some solace too.
The Hour Long Minute
I’m finally off of work from my overnight shift and now comes the hard part. I do Ride-share driving for about two or three hours after I get off of work each morning, not only to make ends meet, but to put away a little extra money for my rapidly approaching wedding.
By Earl W. Pearl5 days ago in Fiction
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