Though The Storm Of Troubling Times

Through the storm of troubling times

Hey everyone, I just wanted to say something really quick but my note will be on the bottom of this, but the first paragraph ( it will be underlined only) is not mine. It is the prompt I got from sickwithwritersblock on Tumblr, the credit goes to her. Now the rest of it is mine originally. The bold and italic words are just what the character is typing . Enjoy! :)

She sat with her fingers dangling over the keyboard, words running through her mind, but none of them sounding just right. It was then that she realized that no words could ever describe how she felt.

Nothing could ever express her feelings towards this new revelation. There are no words that can be written anyways. They never would be eloquently written enough, nothing good enough to satisfy her. Nothing with a definition in the English language could ever perfectly describe the way she felt.

Today, she was unbelievably happy. She felt warm and fuzzy, the dark cloud lifting off her shoulders. She felt lighter than the softest feathers. The dark, depressing rain clouds parting ways for the bright sun to come through to warm her cold soul... or at least it seemed cold to her. She felt like she was wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, being held in warm and loving arms.

She looked at her computer screen. The blank document mocking her. She wanted to write something worth reading, but self doubt always kicks in. Never brave enough to show others, she is too scared. Nothing good enough so she always ends back to a blank page. She is scared of the ridicule she might get. Of course she knows even the greatest writers have faced rejection, but her dismay at her own doubt doesn't fade.

Shaking her head to rid herself of negative thoughts that could snatch away her idea. She looked back on the screen and began typing her feelings away. The world around her becoming non existent.

Trust and acceptance, nothing else can feel and fill your heart up with pure unadulterated joy. A place where you feel secure, where you can sleep at night. Sleep where the nightmares stray away, not wanting to mess with your special people. Special people who just so happen to be family and friends who accept me for who I am.

Wow, I never thought I would feel such a thing. I finally have acceptance within my family, both sides accepting our mistakes. Those times hurt greatly, the scars healing. Now having dealt and passed those turbulent times, I now have the family I have always dreamed of. A family that has multiple pairs of arms spread wide open to run to, wrapping around you in a comforting and protective embrace. While it may not be my biological family, nonetheless, it's a family that I have chosen through trust, care, and the most difficult of times.

In the beginning of our, at the time unknown, close bonds I may have been an outcast at first, but all of us have come back strong. Forging bonds so deep it may be dangerous if anyone tries to hurt a member of our family. They mess with us and... I don't know if they will like the consequences.

With the bonds being formed, I have the acceptance that I had never felt growing up. I now have what I have always wanted and craved for. I cannot describe in words, and barely through actions of how I feel. The warmth family beings feels like heaven itself, but it's in reality instead. That and I don't have to be dead to experience it.

The fireplace that once was cold, now illuminates the room, welcoming its inhabitants. Inside the fireplace old wood burns to ash and then replaced with new. Rickety old broken stones repaired. The repaired fireplace looks brand new, the past, the scratches and scars, still there, but now sanded and worn back as it embraces its new chance of life. Kindling and more stunning than the stars of the galaxy combined.

That is how I feel with this new family. We started off fighting and though the multitude of tears later, created close bonds forged only in struggle and the harshest of conflicts.