Roots

The floods and hurricanes come and go

but my roots hold me fast.

 

I will not change what I believe,

what I value,

despite the people around me

who follow wherever the wind blows.

 

via Daily Prompt: Roots

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Gray

The sky is gray,

churning and fighting against itself,

crying because of its wounds,

pouring its soul onto the earth.

 

The sky is gray,

churning and fighting

with great streaks of light,

thundering and yelling at itself for the flashes.

 

The sky is gray,

mixing with great clouds

crying because it is just waiting until it can be blue again.

 

via Daily Prompt: Gray

Earth

Earth and its many worlds

The forests

The deserts

The waterfalls

The oceans

The rivers

The many animals

That call it home

Like Me

 

The worlds within worlds

that provide sanctuary

and a beauty unmatched

and not found anywhere else

 

The many animals that call it home

Though it continues

to change under their feet

and over their heads

 

The many animals who call it home

who don’t know

that one day

it might have changed too much

for them to live there anymore

 

The humans

who do know

that our actions

and our actions alone

have caused an irreversible

uncertainty

about our home.

 

via Photo Challenge: Earth

Dense

Sometimes, the air around her ears felt like jelly. It was like all of a sudden, just around her, the air was dense and unable to transmit sound, leaving her out of the conversation. She could feel the vibrations, but not the words themselves. She could not comprehend them. She had been locked out of their world, time and time again. They would let her hear what they were saying, wouldn’t let her hear what was important.

There was too much pressing down on her anyways, to worry about what they thought, she told herself. Perhaps that was why she didn’t always understand what they were saying. It just didn’t matter to her enough to care.

All she needed to hear was her own breathing and heart beat, and she would be fine. Walking through the forest, that’s all she could hear.

She had forgotten about her voice, and that others could hear it too, if she tried.

via Photo Challenge: Dense

Atop

Atop the mountain, looking upon the great city laid out before me, I felt as though I was on top of the whole world.

It had taken quite the walk to get up to the top of this mountain, but it was all worth it for the view… I suppose. This view, or rather the feeling I got from the view, would leave me soon after I went back down. I would still have the memory of it, yes, but it would just be an unfeeling snapshot in time; I know of the exhilaration  I had felt in this moment, but I would not be able to reach it again only by seeing the picture in my mind’s eye.

That’s not the way that memories worked, or at least for me. I had memories, and I know how they felt in that moment, and they may bring that feeling back to me, but they are not the same thing. I could never experience this moment again, at least not in the same way. If I came back here again, it would be a nostalgic experience, but not the same as this first time.

Since I was so aware of my feeling of being on top of the world, I wanted to make it last as long as possible. But I knew that I could not stay up here forever; even if I did, the feeling would wear off due to the familiarity of the view, the fact that I had seen it every day and it had simply just become part of my world. At that point, it would lose all novelty and would have no meaning such as this anymore.

So, it was a lost cause to hope that I could ever feel this exact feeling again, either by coming back or by re-experiencing it through my memory. It was all I could do to just savor it for now, and leave as soon as the sun went down.

It would soon be over no matter what I did.

via Photo Challenge: Atop

The Road Taken

The road oft taken is the easy route; the path is well worn and well defined, and simple to walk along. Many have came before you, as surely many will come after you down the same road. You can find a simple, shallow happiness here.

The road not taken often is to me the one which is the most difficult to traverse, but with the most beauty in the end. It is one which you forge your own path, whether or not anybody will be following you. It is only at the end of such a path that you gain the most possible fulfillment and contentment with your life.

Which road will you take?

via Photo Challenge: The Road Taken