The Scintilla Project: Day One

The Prompt: Who are you? Come out from behind that curtain and show yourself.

Who am I?

I saw this prompt and wanted to run…

One year and two months ago in the blink of a mascara-caked lash and a lustful, wandering eye, my life’s story and much of my identity were leveled; one match, one wind in the woods out west. I am humble.

Several months I lay on two tear-stained pillows–stationary, on one half of a bed once shared. I am wounded.

One psychiatric ER visit and five prescriptions later, I am unwell.

Friends– few but dear, share warmth and well-wishes in words and offerings. I am loved.

A trip, a glossed lip, a feigned–albeit well-executed, self-assured sway of the hip, no slip. Laughs coyly. I am back.

Two children in tow, sans one spouse, one half of a hyphenated name, two thousand fewer square feet, and two months later. I am here.

Two strong arms, two brown eyes, one great smile, a loyal, golden heart, one marvelous man. I am ready.

I saw this post and wanted to run, I am not a runner. I am a writer, and this is where my story begins…again.

Who are you? Come out from behind that curtain and show yourself.

Comments

  1. >I LOVE this post! All of the little details tell your story so well. Bravo to you — you are clearly also a warrior.

  2. >i'm so happy to "see you" again. sending giant hugs your way xo

  3. KristinaBrooke says:

    >Ah, there she is! SO glad you found your voice and are able to share it with us! Welcome back Version2.0!

  4. catching up. i see this is gonna be great…

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