Short Stories

Creative Writing - Beginnings

It's hard to know when or where it started.

I still doubt it is even happening some days, that the shattered pieces that fell from my mortal soul are being picked up and sewn back in. Often it feels like the opposite, that someone is pulling out the stitches and tearing through the threads I was so desperate to keep.

And even when the threads do hold in my patchwork  being, they are not where they belong. The pieces are woven together, stitched haphazardly into place until one day I can safely undo them and rearrange them without falling apart.

That day as we walked in the sun, surrounded by land abundant with nature's blessing, it was hard to see the wonder in the world.

Being surrounded by life felt tiresome and each time I looked to the sky, the bright blue that my eyes saw could only be perceived by my heart and mind as a bright grey, a constant dulled vision of a world that was oh so bright.

And when we continued, walking through the rain, I felt duller still. The jacket over my shoulders grew heavier, not only from the rain, but from knowing that it was yours and that the dullness I saw in the world was because I was wearing it and not you.

After such a melancholy day had worn me down, it came as a surprise when the sun was finally able to lift my spirits even as it fell from the sky.

Clambering over various boulders and branches, the beach was quiet and the sea gentle as we made our way to shore. Taking seats amongst the rocks and the still life, I stared at the sun for as long as I could. Watching as it fell from the sky that was flaring in reds and oranges.

That view, the sunset and the silence. The thought that you were there on the horizon in a better place, where the gold met the blue. It healed something in me.

The tension in my threads that I had felt all day was loosened and a piece of me that had been lost found its way back home.

Many more pieces are lost and some are slowly being found. 

All I hope is that my patchwork being will be mended, just like that day.

One day I hope to put the sewing kit away.