Well I Am Here To Tell You

This challenge was about reclaiming the personal, the raw, the real.

You asked us to write a story about a moment that reminded each of us that we are still alive. Something that I felt in my chest, my bones, my skin. A time I laughed until I cried, or I cried until I cracked open. A spark. A shift. A truth.

Well I am here to tell you My story is Not Yet Written!

I come from the depths of doom and gloom, with days for flying high sprinkled in.

I grew up with hopes and dreams filled with wonders and creativity, running wild deep within my mind.

Saturday mornings filled with recreating the comics and watching cartoons.

A girl, who grew up way too fast, with wisdom beyond her years.

A story filled with secrets, kept hidden from those who surrounded me.

A desperate need to escape reality, but held hostage, by circumstances that came as consequences, following decisions once made.

The keeper of my own thoughts, and feelings locked away deep down inside.

Always pretending to be happy, and showing a smile on the outside.

With wants of a grandeur life purpose, knowing I was meant for more.

A want to create a legacy to live throughout the ages.

A heart filled with kindness, and love, and for all of God’s creation.

A mind filled with curiosity and a yearning for more knowledge.

A body that became my own worst enemy, my soul locked inside this unbreakable cage.

A life once filled with Independence, and an unstoppable spirit filled with huge ambitions.

A life that has been altered, and a self reflection shattered.

A new journey awaits as a new path is forged beneath grey skies with scattered clouds.

I scream inside my head “My Story is Not Yet Written!”

With scenes of my future, playing as I dream at night.

And days filled with rain, keeping me trapped inside, self reflection and memories replaying and running throughout my mind.

Each day repeating as though I am trapped within a maze.

With each hardship, as I struggle, I break down and cry.

With multiple health issues and financial worries, not knowing if I’d rather live or die.

As I am filled with self doubt, and continue to question my current capabilities.

With words of encouragement coming from those I once inspired.

I reminded myself not of the woman I once was, but of the woman that I am!

As I take a deep breath and search deep within my soul.

I whisper to myself once more, “My Story is Not Yet Written!”

I pray to the Creator above, placing my faith within his hands.

I need to take some more time to heal.

My mind, shaken by the nightmares I have endured while I was awake.

I pause, take a breath, and try to find the peace, joy, and happiness hiding within my soul.

I call out to it, beckoning it to welcome me in once more. The feelings I once had many moons ago!

This new journey I am on, a path that has never been explored.

A re-creation of myself, a transformation under the stars, a phoenix rising from the ashes.

I have lived a life of adventure, I have laughed until I cried, I have cried until I cracked open.

The last few years my life has fallen apart, my whole life shattered. My life unrecognizable, even my reflection in the mirror.

I have seen a shift. I have learned from the truth. I have searched for a new spark.

I felt it in my chest, my bones, my skin.

My story is not just about one moment, but many, that reminded me that I am still alive.

My story is filled with hope and inspiration, a fight to continue to endure through all of my struggles.

A story that reminds me daily… “My Story is Not Yet Written”!

Behind the Scenes… This is my process it doesn't take much for my brain to start going, and when it does there is no stopping the flood of ideas that come with it. I put together a short video in Canva to see what goes through my mind, my inspiration is my family and lived experience over the years.

https://www.canva.com/design/DAGqMbHgayk/2RICUvLhTxy0izTmpPhegQ/watch?utm_content=DAGqMbHgayk&utm_campaign=share_your_design&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=shareyourdesignpanel