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Passions Invocation: All Life in the heat of Passion! Quotes that explain my blog content: “Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.” ― Tony Kushner, The Illusion "Love and hate walk hand in hand upon a very fine line." ~Wildfire8470 "The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire." ~Ferdinand Foch~

Love is Blind

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Love is Blind

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He didn’t know what it was like. He couldn’t have. He couldn’t have known what his ugliness had done to her. He had never felt anything deeply, never gripped onto the last flicker of a flame, never held onto hope for dear life just to have it coldly snuffed out.

 

At the time, she couldn’t fathom that this was the work of the same man she’d loved so very dearly. Standing alone in the pitch with tears falling onto a still warm candle, too fearful to let go, Michaela prayed that it might flicker back to life at least long enough to run for the safety of light which, in reality, she knew did not exist.

 

Barefoot on cold cement, Michaela turned to look hopefully back over her shoulder but was met with the thick, merciless stillness, filled with no hope, no sense of proximity or direction, no stability nor love, and nothing to hold onto, just stagnant suffocating air. There, she stood frozen, with wax candle growing cold in her hands as she slipped to the floor shivering.

 

Michaela was naked, stripped of pride, belief, love and trust. Daniel had thrust her into empty, echoing aloneness because she had given all of herself. Now her everything was gone. He had turned his back on all of it, relegating her to the icy vice-grip of nothing else in her world that mattered as much.

 

Not a soul knew that she was locked in a basement below ground. No windows would save her come daylight. No one; no family nor friend, no love was coming to her rescue. Solitary penalty, she thought, as hope spilled down her cheeks.

 

A chill slid up her spine seizing her throat and a distant scream split the air, growing louder and more intense, until it surrounded her. Michaela twisted her neck turning to look and hoping her eyes would adjust, but then remembered how she had come to this moment, in this solitary place, and realized that the screaming came from her.

 

Michaela dropped the candle and sobbed into her hands. She wasn’t prepared for this. This will be certain death. The though registered like she had ingested a gallon of molten lead gone cold. She curled upon cement wondering how long it would take, how long she would endure the torment of starvation, isolation and black vacancy.

 

Even dying, little piece by little piece, isn’t as horrible as knowing how much I loved and invested in the one who sentenced me to it. How long until I die for this sin, she wondered, and then implored the Heavens, screaming on her knees, “Exactly what is the price for blind love? I trusted my heart”!

 

She pictured him now, laughing among friends, with self-righteous indignance, speaking as though she deserved to die for this; for the crime of believing in Daniel and loving him more than life. “Love is blind,” she whispered into the stillness.

 

Michaela knew that his friends and acquaintances were equally enamored, albeit differently. They too had no idea that the good man they accepted in the warmth of friendship would someday reveal himself; the monster inside would make itself known. Maybe they will be the ones to discover my bones here, she thought, knowing they would only meet the same fate.

 

Having worn out the last of her will, she closed her eyes, whispering into endless nothingness, “Now I lay me down to sleep”…

 
  

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©December 5, 2017 at 6:05 PM

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Women and Children

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I just found this in an old box of keepsakes. I believe, I was about fifteen when I wrote it.

 

 

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© November 8, 2017 at 10:47 PM

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Recreating Gemma

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Recreating Gemma

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Gemma wanted to be loved. More than anything, she wanted that. It seemed such a long time since she had felt wholly, genuinely loved. Time and again, dates came and went with no call and no second date. She perched on the couch with her teacup in hand, wondering why her love life was such a failed mission.

 

She flipped through the pages of Ms. Magazine, O, and Modern Bride, lamenting to her, I’ve read and reread every self-help self-improvement article in existence. I’ve taken all the quizzes on what to do and what not to do. My friends tell me to change, to try something different, and to try everything from relocation to aromatherapy! What’s a woman to do?

 

Gemma had begun with Fung Shui in her apartment and ended with each date leaving her cold. Suddenly, it hit her. I never reinvented myself! I never recreated my battered, bloodied heart! I never mended me. I never became a welcoming, loving person. I let my last relationship define me! What an epiphany!

 

Finally, she took the time to treat herself well and learn to forgive again. With every step, her heart softened and healed. She had forgotten how forgiveness of others could bind and strengthen her own wounded soul. She hadn’t realized how bitter, hard, and cold she had become. Wow, she thought, even I didn’t like me.

 

Months passed in a blur though she etched every moment into memory. She took slow, methodical steps and had arrived back at her true self, with one suitor who meant the world to her. Gemma smiled, realizing, all I had to do was recreate myself.

 

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