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My life… A portrait in fiction


Post apocalyptic city. Picture Credit - http://www.wallpaperasylum.com/post-apocalyptic-city-desktop-wallpaper/
Post apocalyptic city.
Picture Credit – http://www.wallpaperasylum.com/post-apocalyptic-city-desktop-wallpaper/

She stumbles and falls… she picks herself up, dusts herself off and continues ploughing forward. Steady determination but heavy heart and tear streaked face.

The road is littered with a myriad of unsurpassable objects, too big and heavy for her to move alone, but she is alone. So instead she picks a way through, climbing over, slipping under, squeezing between what she can where she can.

Encumbered with the weight of a thousand difficult days, the memories of hurt and loss.

Another bomb drops, she shelters from the fallout under a paper-thin shroud that offers little protection.

She weathers a storm bare skinned the rain striking her like white-hot pokers carving deep into her soul.

And still she presses on, each trip adding another bruise or cut that will not heal. Nothing stops her, sometimes she is held back for a while by the intensity of the barriers and blockages intent on stopping her dead.

But not for long, and still the world continues to throw its worst at her. To drive her insane, cut her to a quivering wreck.

Many others would surrender, give in, stop. She wants to often, to curl up and let it wash over her, consume her. It is all too much, all too often.

Yet she finds the strength from somewhere to battle on, the journey is a persistent nightmare filled with demons and devils. The angels get taken away, or are caged out of her reach. Rarely any help or support to guide her, comfort her or make her feel safe.

There is no time for recovery between incidents, the next is upon her like a wave of hornets before she even has time to process what occurred before.

Powered by some indescribable force like that of a superhero robot she overcomes the crashes again and again.

She stumbles and falls… she picks herself up, dusts herself off and continues ploughing forward. Steady determination but heavy heart and tear streaked face.

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Author:

Self-published author whose first book Coffee Break Companion, a collection of short stories and poems is now available on Amazon. S.L.Grigg lives in Bromsgrove with her family. Working in the NHS and enjoying reading, Pilates and travel, amongst other things when she isn't too busy writing.

6 thoughts on “My life… A portrait in fiction

  1. That is beautifully(?) written. Thank you for sharing. I will copy this. It puts EVERYTHING I go through in the exact words!

    Elke

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