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Shadows of Self

Silent Stares

By ROCK Published about a month ago 1 min read
Shadows of Self
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Looking at my feet, staring at the sky, wondering about nothing, not afraid to cry. Shadows cast on an old family wall, pictures remain from when we were small. Clouds are my ceiling, night is my friend, nature is healing, despite it's the end. I wander through darkness, a well inside of me, a place I frequent that no one can see. I see hands reaching up, arms stretched out, all that I gave for this feeling of doubt. Was I ever seen for who I am, honoured with love, did they give a damn? Behind the smiles, the presence of self, I feel so lost, put away on a shelf. I held the belief that if I could've just given more, I'd reach the place where I would soar. Years and tears roll around, who I was seems washed up and drowned. I am the ghost of a woman who thrived to be, honoured, respected, not taken for granted or washed out to sea. Staring into the moonlight, my blue eyes red, nothing feels peaceful, just over; dead. In this still depth of after-hood, I dig to remember did I ever do good; mother, spouse, sibling and daughter, all of me present without thinking further. I assumed I'd be rewarded in some special way, for the sixty plus years I gave away. Tired, lonely, a feeling I despise, learning that after, there is no reprise. Giving, giving, dishing it out, realising it's true, there is no clout. Numb from making other's beds, now I lay silent in the world I bred.

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ROCK

Writing truth or fiction, feels as if I am stroking across a canvas, painting colourful words straight from my heart. I write from my old farmhouse in Sweden. *BLOGLINK

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Comments (9)

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran30 days ago

    This was so sad 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️

  • Colleen Walters30 days ago

    While you’re still an ember, rise up as the fire 😊

  • Hannah Moore30 days ago

    I kind of want you to write the "what I did next" to follow, I'm which you take possession of life and please yourself.

  • Raphael Fontenelleabout a month ago

    I can empathize with this entirely. Feeling lonely and like I got no one to turn to. But writing helps a bit.

  • angela hepworthabout a month ago

    The way you describe loneliness and isolation is so poignant here. Sending love and comfort your way!

  • Novel Allenabout a month ago

    I am right there with you Rock, this feeling on pondering where next this journey is taking us. Fear not, you are not alone...eventually we all get to this place...yet what direction is all up to us, I guess. Meantime, I write. Comfort sent with dashes of hope.

  • Jay Kantorabout a month ago

    Ah, Everyone's Swedish 'Pet Rock' - So glad that you've joined Celia & River Joy's Gorgeous new site {Mus'd} - A bed~crib, if you will, where you will never feel alone - where everyone's featured with no pretense or need for pied-pipers. Rock-on - With my Respect, j.in.l.a. Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Village Community -

  • Gloria Penelopeabout a month ago

    That feeling of loneliness is described here, heartbreaking to me. You are not alone Rock, we are all with you. Great story, I enjoyed reading it.

  • Esala Gunathilakeabout a month ago

    Oh it is really wonderful brother. This really shows us the feelings when someone is alone!

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