Sowing, Weeding, Growing

It was no longer just a matter of time til things between them got better. She knew it. He knew it.

They’d run their course. Between and betwixt hate-laced bitterness and hearts that screamed, Don’t let go! stagnation hung in the air sucking from aching lungs, all hope

of survival.

Riding the undercurrent, she braved the day, making her way.

Fighting the undercurrent, he struggled for footing.

She put on a brave face. 

He banged his head against the wall.

One-foot-in-front-of-the-other, she resolutely moved ahead, bolstered by her circle of friends.

Tripping over his own stubbornness, he moved not at all, stuck in a cave of his denial. Alone.

Friends unaware of his reality.

She, steadfastly, takes the steps necessary for making it thru - moving on.

He, persistently, feverishly, pulls a Rumplestiltskin. 

She trusts that there is a breath of fresh air ahead. A new chapter.

He cannot see beyond 20 years ago when they wed, making promises that he viewed by living life thru the lens of blinders forged in the 1950's.

She, eventually, inevitably, felt the wear and tear of her struggles to maintain a  happy  facade while desperately grasping to

retain even a shred of her rapidly diminishing sense of self.

She made the break that saved her. 

He allowed himself to break from the break.

 She’ll create each moment to come with clarity and purpose. She will stop and smell the flowers along the way.

He will manifest the moments to come via self-created sludge and ashes from the past, or, he can give himself a chance

and step onto a path of light and new opportunity, planting flowers along the way.

By Fran Pearce

From: United States

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