I know. It’s been awhile since I participated in the 100 word Challenge. But Velvet Verbosity is back in the swing of things and it’s time to get my act together and join her.
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She moves through life quietly, her manner composed, her face serene, conveying a self-possessed calmness. But underneath the still surface unacknowledged memories give rise to shame that radiates through her core and clogs her throat. The unspoken covers her with an invisible shroud, weighing down her limbs, suffocating all light. Guilt gives way to pain that fills her chest until she feels as if her very being is unraveling with the pressure. Her smooth façade cracks as a single tear slides silently down her cheek – the only evidence of the tragedy that is a young life warped, an innocence stolen.
March 6th, 2009 at 4:21 pm
Mmmmmm, wow. Every time I hear the phrase, “that which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”, my mind goes immediately to all the souls I’ve met who are more broken than strong because of the tragedies that stole pieces of their soul. Good piece!
March 9th, 2009 at 1:31 pm
Me too. Whenever I imagine grief it’s not the bawling, all-out sobbing most people think of. It’s more this kind of pain, the constant kind of pain.
March 10th, 2009 at 4:29 pm
Well written piece. The tragedy buried deep within and only relived when alone –