Where does my Creativity go when not creating?
It wanders around in my head, like smoke in a room, looking for an open window to slither out of…a song….a teardrop…a rumble of thunder, always there….always seeking a path of any kind to find its way through to a page, a canvas, a wall, a floor…..anywhere to leave a message or a mark….Just to say….I am
She waited for her mother to leave for her 16 hour midnight shift, pretending to be obedient and submissive, at 15 it was hard to be contained, it felt more like jail. After Mother left she waited for an hour to make sure There would be no returns having forgotten anything, and then she walked out her front door.
The cold darkness enveloped her in its embrace, as she imagined a loving parent would, welcoming their child home. she shivered a moment as she adjusted to the climate change, and then began to walk after lighting a forbidden cigarette. The shadows were her favorite companions In a world with no friends, Small town community’s Never let strangers feel “welcome”.
Her eyes adjusted to the shadows, and she found a new slab of payment to pay homage to, with desperation walking in front of her like a big brother, rejection and anger keeping company on either side of her, she hoped the miles would eat up some of the loneliness she felt as she fought to stay sane in an unstable life. She knew that loneliness would keep her company long after the others had left…..
THIS My dears, was me at the age of 15….I don’t know if I COULD turn it into a book, but OH the stories in my life…..would rival some good movies out there! Hope you enjoyed even though it seemed grim…. 😉