Above is the picture from last week’s blog hop photo reveal. Below is my story (more of a poem/passage sort of piece) that goes with it. I’d say enjoy, but this turned out very dark, yet I hope you feel the uplift at the end.
Mandatory words: carpet, definition, sponge, wardrobe, pudding
Resting upon a carpet of eternal sky, the sun invites me to lift my face out and away from the confines of my internal world. I close my eyes, letting the rays wash over me and absorbing the winter air through my senses. The darkness tinged around my spirit reaches up toward the light, yearning to be seeped away into a sponge of oblivion, exposing the definition of who I could be. There’s a fire that burns bright within my core, yet it suffocates, cloaked in a heavy wardrobe of confusion, doubt, and shame. As the spoil of suet pudding in summer heat, so do my inner thoughts feel rancid within my spirit. For this brief moment under a winter’s sun, I shed the cloak and accept hope that my brokenness will one day be made new again.
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