Exhale.
I breathed in the cold air. I was stood outside of the pub, hesitant about going in. I knew you'd be there. I knew how I'd feel when I saw you. I knew that my stomach would knot itself up like it usually did around you. You'd come over, ask how i was, place your arm around my shoulders and buy me a drink. And all of that terrified me. Such a familiar feeling for me but I was terrified that one day I wouldn't be able to control it. Fear that you'd see all of the emotions that are whizzing around my body paralysed me for seconds.
Enter.
Ten seconds later, I'm in the pub. The warmth of the room caresses my body and surely enough, there you are, As predicted, you walk over, the smell of whisky catches my nostrils. "How are you? Can I get you a drink?", I know you so well. Surely enough, you buy me a rose. "Cheers" a clink of our glasses. I take a sip of my wine... Sip... Ahh.. I have arrived.
Now to enjoy the evening.
Just a small town girl... I like writing and cocktails; not always at the same time but sometimes!
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Monday, 30 October 2017
30 Day Writing Challenge: Broken/Fear
Broken promises lead to broken hearts,
Broken hearts can lead to broken guitar strings..
There is a fear that resides in all of us. We all fear being broken. A broken heart, broken promises, broken bones. For once we are broken we are ultimately, never to be the same again. Sure, we'll look the same on the outside, but our inner soul and spirit will be cracked, scarred, different. The stunning art of Kintsukuroi shows us that we are more beautiful for being broken, The cracks are filled with gold or silver laquor, leaving shiny, beautiful wounds. It is with these wounds and the lessons we've learned from being broken that leave us more stunning on the inside.
Being broken does not have to be final.
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