Ambling around in a world of identical people,
my search had always been for someone who was not.
The roar of heartbeats and breath and meaningless conversation
drowned out anything of significance — until I found you.
Your words were rations for my starving heart.
The mob lost its power as we danced among them, finally within reach.
I held onto you a like a girl-child in a field of daisies… spinning around,
faster and faster until I could feel it happening but I couldn’t stop it.
I can’t recall if you let me go or I you but I do remember with perfect clarity
exactly how it felt when your fingertips slipped from mine.
I called out for you but the noise only grew stronger until you couldn’t hear.
And the crowd seeped in between us and once again I was lost.
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Once upon a time…
Once upon a time there was a peasant girl who dreamed of a different life. Her mind and body did what was expected while her soul burned for something more. For most of her life she had not known what that something was; she only knew she was unfulfilled.
One day a seer visited the village and although her fear was almost petrifying, she somehow willed her feet to move and stood before him. His gift was strong and it took only a touch of her hand for him to know her. With eyes closed, her thoughts, fears and aspirations filled his mind. He felt her hand pull away and opened his eyes to catch a glimpse of her dress fanning behind her as she bolted away.
As he went about conducting his business over the next few days, thoughts of that frightened girl continued to sneak into the furthest reaches of his mind. He knew without question what her heart desired. Life had taken its toll on her and he knew that as well. But he was also confident that she knew these things.
So why then, had she come to him? Hope. Only the slightest glimmer would be enough to keep her going, to allow herself to reach out, to open up…
As the end of the week rushed upon him, he boxed up the tools of his trade, scanning the faces in the crowd as he packed them onto his carriage. A rustle behind him caught his ear and he turned to see her turning the corner, walking away again. Two steps toward her bring them almost face-to-face as she has changed direction yet again.
She is broken and weak. She is terrified. Her heart cries out silently, and only he has the gift to hear it.
He takes her hand and starts to speak. This time she lets him. “You can have it,” he whispers.
“Thank you,” she cries. “You have given me all that I need to make it mine.”
damaged calm 