Surrounded by a growing city of stacked cardboard boxes, I’m pretzeled on the sofa, staring out the window, watching it pour. I had to do this, start building this city of boxes, I cry my heart out to the storm-wet streets and weeping trees, not because I wanted to find someone else, but because I needed to find myself.  And maybe that sounds more like selfish than salvation. But the streets and trees, bearing witness to my many a tearful walk, know better.


14 thoughts on “Rain

    • Thank you so much, my dear parrot. I wish I could say this is only fiction, yet I am finding though, that my very best writing comes from drawing on my own experiences and I’m hoping that maybe I can use my writing to touch other lives. 🙂 And thank you for using that picture! I have to say it looks really really good! SQUARK back at you!

  1. Perfect picture, so emotionally descriptive. You are right, the best writing, the kind that leaves an impression upon people, usually comes from the heart. My best writing is wrung from my soul.

    Leaving takes strength. There are situations in life that are intolerable, but we get comfortable in our misery. It takes a very strong person to say “I deserve more than this” and walk away. It takes strength, because you know you will face loneliness and pain…and cause pain. But I can say from experience, that you will also find yourself becoming a better you and others will find their situations improved when the negativity lessens in their lives. And I wouldn’t call it selfish…it sounds more like self-preservation. Prayers and hugs sent your way Valerie.

    (And by the way, for a brief respite from the pain and sorrow, you might like my last entry about the peace of a quiet Christmas. Take care dear woman!)

  2. Just wanted you to know that I’m quoting this in an upcoming post about the strength it takes to change. I will also put the link to your blog in my article. New readers are always good. 🙂

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  4. How did I miss this one? I’m so sorry, but since I read the latest one…I can actually smile at this one, even though it rips at the heart. We all have life moments when we lose ourselves. It happens to everyone in different ways. The brave ones acknowledge this loss and are willing to take the journey, as scary as it is, and find their way home to themselves. You have this courage:~)

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