It is the wafting threads of rising dough
the strains of lifting music
that beg to be turned up louder
It is the first glimpse of a new day
a fresh chance after darkness and tears in the night
The stir of tiny movements after a
horrifying absence
When the facade is down and all is
revealed as broken, wanting, weak
The embrace of a rescuer, the
reassuring words of reality
of a story that wants to be told
It is the rising again
and again.
This post is part of the Five Minute Friday challenge that I’m participating in along with a talented community of other writers. We free write for five minutes each Friday in accordance with a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘joy’.
12 comments
Love this. Beautifully done.
Thanks Tanya 🙂
Our stories are meant to be told. I love what Brene Brown says, “The bravest thing you’ll ever do is tell your story.” I’m over in the 4 spot this week.
Oh I love Brene Brown so much! Such a great quote from her too.
The dough is deep, my friend. I got chills with that one. Maybe because I’m picturing your fridge packed with dough and sauces and your the baby waiting the announcement, and then life happens, as it always does. I love how you let yourself feel it all.
It was definitely a day of feeling! And so much to learn from the most simple things – dough is incredible in its resilience… and I’ve had a lot of practice with it over the past few days! xx
This was really beautiful. Thank you for writing so creatively!
Thanks Kelly 🙂 So kind!
Emma, you never cease to make me think… and feel… and imagine.
Beautiful!
Shauna (in #13 this week)
Oh and I looked for yours this week and didn’t find it! I will look again 😀
“The embrace of a rescuer…”
All of my dogs remember that they were rescued, and sometimes will crawl into my lap with the wordless request, “Please tell me again how you saved me.”
That is beautiful, Andrew – what a powerful image!