Barriers are funny things. They stand between us and our desires, but often we don’t see them, don’t recognize them for the walls they are. I used to let barriers hold me back, fence me in, close my world into the tiny speck they wanted me to be, but no longer. Standing on the rocks, staring out to sea, I saw those very rocks for what they were, knew all I needed to do was step carefully down and be free. But how hard the first step?
Like crossing a rainbow without knowing where to begin, where sun-dappled light kisses the ground. Rainbows are tangent things and just as hard broken.
Stepping onto the shimmering road, I walked away.
What a lovely prose poem! Every barrier is also a threshold.
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Thanks for the visit and the kind words. It’s true about barriers but we so often forget.
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Dear Connie,
Vivid descriptions and a good feeling of pushing past the barriers to move on. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you.
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This has me intrigued. Was freedom death? Did he walk the rainbow? Lovely description of boundaries.
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Thank you. I’m not sure myself what happened to him. Yet.
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An exquisite piece of writing, full of delicate imagery. Your last sentence was perfect.
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Thank you so much. I appreciate the visit and the great comment.
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My pleasure!
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This is brilliant. A good reminder of overcoming barriers, to be free.
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Thank you.
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I love the feeling of achieving self-awareness and the inner peace that comes with that realisation
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It’s one of the best! Thanks.
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