Hopeful Despair

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 Makenzie positioned her back against the wall, craving for a sponge- like texture to absorb her chaos. With arms outstretched she pressed back deeper and whispered thoughtful prayers that she aspired, would weave their way into heavens doors and into the ears of the Father.

Makenzie then slid her back down on the wall and landed on her bottom; torn, ripped wide open. All her wounds were exposed and the vultures of life pecked at their fragility and all she could hear and  feel was pain. Her prayers echoed in mockery across and throughout the solemn room. Her wounds cut deeper and wider.....Gashing!

Her prayers rolled out like drums, beating and rolling and increasing in tempo as the tears gushed down and her heart went racing and her mind went leaping and her soul went searching and her body starting flailing.....and Stop!

She caught a ray of sun trailing through a crack in the wall and onto the floor and out of the blue she remembered that rainbows shine right after storms. Beautiful things can come from brokenness, from cracks in our soul; that is what the sun spoke to her. Then the wind rattled through the room and chased all fears and assumed the voice of the one her prayers sought. "Rise up, my child," curled the wind around her. Taunting. Irresistible.  She rose. "Brace yourself,  for I am about to make you strong!"

Like the tasty bite of her favorite fruit, Mackenzie's spirit rose. Ascended! A powerful ocean of courage leaped waves of prudence from her soul. Makenzie walked out the room renewed. She really would be just fine. Her soul now felt it, her mind now knew it, her heart now, embraced it.


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  1. Vern-LFebruary 26, 2021 at 4:14 PM

    I read this in pure poetry format...saw live performance there....! Keep it up Shancey!

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  2. UnknownFebruary 27, 2021 at 4:00 PM

    That piece spoke to me!

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    1. Shancia LionelJune 26, 2021 at 4:41 PM

      Hello. I am so glad that it did. I know that many of my life's experiences are certainly relatable. May you find peace and calm. Thank you for your comment

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