tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post4430875785375324703..comments2024-02-13T13:54:25.645+01:00Comments on Finding Clarity: Mid-Week Flash Challenge - Week 42Miranda Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-75913781925931291852018-02-22T14:20:49.883+01:002018-02-22T14:20:49.883+01:00Never be sorry. Just glad you come at all, especia...Never be sorry. Just glad you come at all, especially with such superb tales. Thanks. Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-27392432466825217142018-02-21T23:50:11.931+01:002018-02-21T23:50:11.931+01:00Sorry I'm a day late, Miranda. Had a bit of a ...Sorry I'm a day late, Miranda. Had a bit of a killer headache last night. Worst headache I've had in well over 10 years. So, I settled for writing this evening. It's a bit over the word limit. I seem to take the word limit with a grain of salt... :) Anyway. Here.<br /><br /><a href="https://mysoulstears.wordpress.com/2018/02/21/miranda-kates-mid-week-challenge-2018-02-21/" rel="nofollow">Frozen</a><br />Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17582099080904943774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-78827630114198186532018-02-14T19:46:16.172+01:002018-02-14T19:46:16.172+01:00Posting for my friend Gilly Riet, who has written ...Posting for my friend Gilly Riet, who has written this wonderful piece: <br /><br />Where my heart was there is a hole, an empty cavity.<br />Where you ripped it out and tossed it aside.<br />Had it been broken it could mend <br />Yet you choose to tear at it’s very fabric.<br />And now I exist somewhere in the shadows, a fragment of my former self; emotionless, empty, raw.<br />My body works on automatic pilot<br />Going through the motions, scarcely eating or sleeping and feeling nothing – numb from the trauma thrust upon me.<br />My blood flows like a lazy river, my pulse barely beats.<br />My pallor grey – from all the heat loss - I shiver and quake, rocking back and forth in disbelief.<br />How could this happen to me? Am I really so weak? Is this the sum of it?<br />With all the strength I can muster I stretch and grabble to catch hold of the very centre of my being, that which holds warmth to envelop me. Where emotions swirl and the pulse of my existence is set.<br />And by doing so return from darkness and rise out of the rapids into the light.<br />I can and will reclaim my heart, but at what cost?<br /><br />Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-77545257491531606032018-02-14T19:16:14.015+01:002018-02-14T19:16:14.015+01:00Great to be back! Remind me though because my memo...Great to be back! Remind me though because my memory isn't too good with all these bangs on the head! Ailsa Abrahamhttps://ailsaabrahamwp.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-46215929927517165032018-02-14T12:17:40.694+01:002018-02-14T12:17:40.694+01:00Lovely piece. Thanks for joining in, it's wond...Lovely piece. Thanks for joining in, it's wonderful having you here. Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-40688373107671683172018-02-14T11:46:12.390+01:002018-02-14T11:46:12.390+01:00UNMARKED
I was brought up to believe that my heart...UNMARKED<br />I was brought up to believe that my heart belonged to one person. Not me, obviously. I was just the keeper of this heart and my job was to find its soul-mate.<br />I tried. Between pursuing many careers, I worked assiduously at finding my heart's partner. Three times I thought I had succeeded, so went through the agony of having their name carved into my heart. Each time it failed, I had the double torture of removing their name and waiting for the wound to heal. Had it not hurt so much, I would have been tempted to replace the name with the phrase “Never More”. <br />Finally, after living with a man I loathed, being beaten and ridiculed daily, I walked out to the stream in the meadow and removed my heart. <br />“I am very sorry. I have tried. I have endured more than I ever believed I could and now I am going to let the river's waters wash away his name. Find your own soul-mate. I am finished.”<br />With great regret and many apologies, I set the heart, still beating, adrift on the stream and walked away. <br />From that moment, having stopped looking for one person, I found everyone loved me. With practically no exceptions, faces brightened when I arrived. I left people laughing and I was greeted with hugs and kisses wherever I went. <br />Was my heart defective? Am I the only one who does not need “that special one”? I don't know, but I am sure that I am happy now and I hope my heart has found what it wanted; <br />Ailsa Abrahamhttps://ailsaabrahamwp.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com