Starting Points

I need a song to cement me in the
story.
I need an image to drive me
forward.
I need an emotion to try to weave
around these figures.
I need a resolution to stitch onto
their hearts.
I can still see them so long
afterwards.
In the cabin, on a plane, by a
bedside, on a city street, by a lake, on a campus, in a terminal, holding a
child . . .
I can go on.
The characters and their destinies
usually are the same.
Once messy and broken, still
searching and hoping but finally finding some bit of peace.
Still messy and broken, but
changed.
The characters all have their theme
songs.
The stories all have their
signposts.
Sometimes the roads are a bit too
rocky. Sometimes they weave around a bit too much.
Sometimes they’re not the easiest
to travel on. Nor the most enjoyable.
But the destination . . . that’s
the most important thing.
That’s always been the most
important thing to me.
Not sugar-coated sweetness though
that can come too.
Not fully-solved and
fully-resolved.
Not neat and tidy.
But eyes looking upward and a
spirit and soul mending.
That final destination is usually
smothered with silence. Which is ironic because the journey always begins with a song.
But that’s just me. 

2 Comments

  1. Surprisingly enough you continue to show the many sides of you. I really enjoyed this post – because it holds so much information with simple descriptive words that tie in together. Great job!!! can't wait to read HURT! Ciao

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