pipernicole77
"it's a virtue!" I heard this growing up, from almost everyone around me. It was probably my own fault to be fair, because I was just too damn excited to wait for anything ever. I miss being that kind of excited though, being impressionable and childlike.
The girl drew water carefully, precisely. If she let go of the handle for a moment, if her grip faltered, it would spin out of control. She would drop the bucket to the bottom of the well, the rope was old, frayed. It would snap. So carefully, carefully, with muscles straining, the girl pulled the bucket up. Her face was filled with a grim determination for the task at hand.
I push through the underbrush, stumbling blindly in the dark. The tall fronds slap against my arms and face, bringing stinging tears to my eyes. I can't see as far as my arms reach in this kind of darkness. On the horizon I see a faint orange glow. Sobs choke out through me, ripping straight through my chest.
"Thank God," I choke, "thank God!"
The sun was rising.
never look back. that's what everyone tells me. Don't think about the person you used to be and the places you used to be. Just push forward. so this is what I'm doing, pushing past it. Moving on trying to do whatever else I can do to move on past the person I used to be. I didn't used ot be proud of the person I was and I think now I am.