The clouds gathered above my head,
I shook my hair, refusing to accept that I was mad
And the rain began soaking my naked body
My nose rose in defiance; yes, I was that snotty
Roots grew out of my feet, keeping me steady
One, two, three. I felt it in my bones; I was ready
I wasn’t drowning; I was nurtured and growing
And time and space was slowing (down)
My head fell back, and my arms rose against the gloomy sky
Fuzzy images behind my eyes; suggestive lies
Victorious at last, my skin was washed clean
Memories of who I was and where I’d been
My unquiet mind was reeling from this new emotion
Life passing by in slow motion
A new seed was beginning to grow
Written for Peckapalooza (Aaron), who posted a prompt on his blog, The Confusing Middle. I don’t want to commit to writing for every prompt, but this is a beginning, and sometimes, prompts help to get the creative juices flowing.
Head over to his blog and take a look. I think you will like it. Also, if you want, write for the prompt ‘beginning’ and share it in the comments.
I hope you are well—lots of love to you.