healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Adversity & Triumph
Running to catch the bus, Carly glanced behind, thankful she was not being followed. She hopped on, relieved to see that the bus was almost empty. Knowing the bruises were already starting to form, she grabbed a seat in the first empty row to avoid any unwanted attention.
By Roni Wasson5 years ago in Motivation
Jazz at Midnight
Three loud bumps dragged through the nighttime air. Jerome’s fist clenched around his pen, his head creaked towards the door, and with only a dim desk light guiding his vision, his eyes strained to make out the source. His tongue tasted metal and his ears were filled with the sound of his own heartbeat, suddenly diluting the warm honey of Miles Davis’s Boplicity with acrid water. He sat there as seconds trickled into eternities, let the music’s peace overtake him again, and for the first time since finding it in his uncle Jermaine’s old home, turned on the ocean projector light he wasn’t fond of. With the room awash in flowing blue light, Jerome couldn’t help but feel even more anxious, but at least now he could see.
By Roseblud5 years ago in Motivation
That one Poetry Contest
This little black book in my hands is the key to All of My Success. Deep within the confines of this tethered papyrus are poems that express the darkest crevasses of my soul. And they will all be relinquished today at this poetry contest. For weeks, I've rehearsed and practiced all of the dark ideas that have ravaged through my membrane. Thinking of which one I should open up the world 2. See today I'm entering a poetry contest worth $20,000. I usually just read my poetry out loud to people and you know a lot of people have told me that I'm pretty good at it. Therefore I want to try something different, something big, get my name out there.
By Adonis Richards5 years ago in Motivation
Back to the Heart
It had been a month since Brenda had visited Sol in the visions. She visited often to deliver hugs, guidance, and words of strength. Sol thought about her all the time, in moments of despair, when she saw butterfly’s, and especially when she got the goosebumps. Today, on a day when she felt the weight of the world on her shoulders, she thought of her words.
By Blair Engberg5 years ago in Motivation
Where It Begins
With both hands clutched tightly to the wheel she drove the winding road to town, past the places she used to spend her days in a time before the world was forced to take a collective breath and sigh. She could smell the jasmine flowers along the park fence as she pulled into the parking lot. She grabbed her backpack from the passenger seat and with a push of her foot the door slammed shut, igniting a stream of tears.
By Alyssa Benedetto5 years ago in Motivation
Brianna's Blues
As Brianna peered into the bathroom mirror, tears began to pour down her cheeks. The bruising around her eye was so pronounced that she had no idea how to cover it for today’s shift at the diner. Just as she was blotting her tears away with a tissue, Ronald bellowed from downstairs “BRIANNA – I’m leaving, make sure you lock up and DON’T BE LATE!” She replied with her usual “Yes, Ronald!” Ronald sped off to open the Diner he owned, where Brianna also worked.
By Keisha Gatison5 years ago in Motivation
I HATE IT HEEEEERE!!
1:04 PM MONDAY AFTERNOON “The price on the tag says $3.99! I have eyes and can read very well!” That is what a rude customer just said to me. “Ma’am, you’re reading the wrong tag. I promise you that $4.99 is the correct price. Maybe the item was in the wrong spot.” That is me responding to the rude customer in my very best customer service voice, all the while seething inside. A day in the life of Layla Robinson, age 20. Nothing but irritations, frustrations and disappointments. But at least it’s time for my break (actually 4 minutes past my allotted time) and I can call the manager away from his TV show to come cover me. Off to the “break room”. My life.
By Rachel Turk5 years ago in Motivation
Young Black Woman, Small country Town
First off let me explain, I’m not one of those black Women with long pretty curly hair and light skin. All my life I wished I looked as beautiful as that type of black woman. You know the ones that are easy on the eyes, and make white pepper want mixed kids? Instead, I am the other type, the kind you rarely take a second look at, the black girl with nappy hair. The type of nappy hair that you’re surprised it’s so long. I am the black Woman that is Considered loud, and aggressive instead of passionate, I am still a beautiful black Woman. I am many things, I wear many crowns. I am a mother before I am woman. And I say that because I too often put my womanly needs away, to take care of my children’s needs. Do you know how many opportunities I’ve missed to shave my legs? Or get my hair done, or just sip wine without my name being called for something minuscule? I am also a wife, (to an Nigerian which will matter later as the story progresses) I am a daughter, who still to this day craves her mother’s approval. Lastly but not least. Somewhere in there is a woman. A young 24 year old which is more of a reminder for myself then to inform you.
By Tristyn Janai5 years ago in Motivation
Reflection
“Never change, Danny.” I heard that a lot growing up, even to this day, and in many different ways. Some through humour, some through wisdom and some through over achieving for unappreciative managers. I think as humans some of us strive for change, to be better forms of ourselves, some to be as good as others and sometimes some of us just want to be something.
By Danny CJ Mitchell5 years ago in Motivation
Embrace Uncertainty
Elanie caught her reflection in the ornate mirror and immediately looked away. It seemed wherever she turned, she could see herself, even in the mirror fixed to the wooden canopy above the bed. It was disconcerting and she tried to focus on the furniture and décor. The Frida Kahlo Museum was beautiful, though simple, colorful and bright like much of her artwork. Lush plants in the small courtyard, offered life to a house that was now cold, invaded by strangers who longed to hear the whispers of the artists who had once resided within.
By Kim Solis5 years ago in Motivation
Hope's Returning. Spring Is Coming!
Daffodils will bloom in a few weeks. Next will be the tulips. In late spring, the heady scent of irises and lilac will fill the air. (We will be able to smell them better without wearing a mask outside.) Buds and blossoms will come on the trees in April. By May leaves will shade us from the sun.
By Eileen Davis5 years ago in Motivation
