As a child I loved going to the planetarium. I loved it from the beginning until the very end. I hated it to end.
I loved taking a journey upwards and being surrounded only by imagination. A beautiful orb where this loud world ended in a dark room and a new one began. A silent awesome and endless floating where you could become one with the stars. And there were no walls, no boundaries, no need for gravity. Just still beauty. And peace. Nothing missing and nothing broken. Like the mystery of childhood with innocence eternally intact. Yet, you don't feel small or fearful. You just feel free.
I like to think of death like this. That the human spirit was never meant to be contained in the prison of flesh and bones. That we return to our original state and become one with God again. In the majestic existence of the royalty that we are. In a place called Love.
Somehow, I knew as a child, I was far from my home.
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Shirley Belk
Mother, Nana, Sister, Cousin, & Aunt who recently retired. RN (Nursing Instructor) who loves to write stories to heal herself and reflect on all the silver linings she has been blessed with :)
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
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Love how expansive your microfiction feels 😊
Beautiful, to be free from limitations. Good poem
I loved your third stanza the most! The reunion with God. Sounds so blissful!
love it! ❤️
Wow! that was powerful and moving. I especially loved this line. "That the human spirit was never meant to be contained in the prison of flesh and bones. That we return to our original state and become one with God again. In the majestic existence of the royalty that we are. In a place called Love." Excellent!!!!!
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