Thoughts

Image: Harvey Kraft on LinkedIn.

He wasn’t sure why it was he reached out to her that day. After all, she appeared far more disabled than he was.

At least I’m upright he told himself as he looked down on her. She seemed quite comfortable in her state of dishevelment, lying there you could have been mistaken for thinking she was one of those council statues placed around the town symbolising the history of the place. Though wanting to commemorate the down and outers of society wasn’t what the town leaders thought might be a positive town image.

Initially, she had spurned his help.

“Fuck off,” she screamed at him, and turned away covering her body with the one blanket she owned, which was more a dirty rag than anything else.

“I’ve food,” he said not offended as her language was the language he knew.

“You have? What you want…

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 63

Prompt

Here is an intriguing picture shared by Harvey Kraft on LinkedIn.

The picture by itself can tell a thousand stories. But I am increasing the complexity a little. Here is a paragraph from another source.

So what exactly happened here? A woman felt powerless because she was unable to let go of a story she was holding onto which made her a victim. Even though she no longer saw this man, her former lover, she carried him within, and over and over again inside was keeping this version of the story alive.

TILL DEATH DO US APART

It seems there is no strength left in me.

I feel completely exhausted.

I can’t go on like this, I want to quit.

It has happened several times in my life.

Shamefull I accept that I had wanted to quit every time I felt  exhauseted

Everytime…

need strength to walk
away from pleasure and pain
the remnants of our past
keep me connected to you

my brain thunders
with the memories
of our souls being as one
the connection everlasting

a fleeting hope of resurrection
pins me to you still
a false statement of contrition
tires my commitment

stop playing games
with my affection
break this hold
if it’s not real

please let me break free

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week 63 
Image provided from post

I found a truth today,

hiding in a pool of yellow sunlight,

where a red leaf curled

and in the tree above, a robin sang.

I found a truth today,

racing in the stream

with the yellow poplar leaves,

where lords and ladies unfurl their new green banners,

for beneath the rustling brown carpet

life is stirring.

I found a truth today

that explains the emptiness,

the mist that hangs on every bough,

in every longed-for sight and song.

Happiness is the two wings of a bird,

the hand that holds, the hand that is held,

it is the giving and the given,

the walking in step.

The truth I found—

happiness is not,

unless it is shared.

When I was four feet tall
I believed I was immortal;

that knives
could not scar me

oceans
not drown me

mistakes
not taint me

evil
not weaken me

age
not change me

pain
not
break me

and that strength
would never fail me.

I was confident I would shape
a sensational destiny.

Yet I am mortal after all.
No ogres quake at the sight of my face,
no lame man walked.
no blind man saw.
no orphans were fed,
peace was not restored.
I was somewhere else,
someone less;
not the giant
of my idle fantasy,
only a wind-blown flake, adept
at making a mess.

I do not scream
or beat my breast
yet I bleed.

Ignominiously,
I bleed.

I scrub at the seepage
but it will not come clean,
leaving an indelible stain
for posterity.

In recompense,
the forgiving flowers of my womb
grow over my stain,
creating…

Harvey Kraft on LinkedIn

This girl looks like a sad statue
Left to lie in an evil brew
Partial reveries so awe less
She’s made of broken promises

Got no rights to facts in the hood
March alone with torch as she should
Assurance he gave was bareness
She’s made of broken promises

No stability in life
For they always end in strife
And the effect is adverseness
She’s made of broken promises*

* A Kyrielle

For what made him do what he did?
All her heart and soul was given to him
And she has given everything up just for him
Has he reached the point of misdid?

Her honour and trust was broken
Not to mention the heart that was bleeding
She was promised the moon but wasn’t delivered
What he did cannot be undone

And was it abuse of power?
Was the temptation great or was it…