FC: The Garden of Misguided Thoughts Jennifer L'Ecluse
1: Abandonment It sits in my throat, unmoving. Pride keeps it down but I am ever on alert. I am ready for it though i dread the day the it will happen. How can I love knowing this? Promise me tomorrow will still come. Please tell me I am good enough. Daddy?
2: The Sidewalk The smell of exhaust fills my nose while the barrage of city sounds assaults my ears. The grey sky looms ominously above me as I sit on the crumbling step. A crack in the sidewalk gapes evocatively with the crevice filled with years of dead growth and bits of litter. It is the spindly, ragged stalk of life springing from the cranny which has me enraptured. | It is strong but unnaturally bare due to its struggle for life in this harsh environment. The long stem is twisted due to its race to reach the sparse sunlight that will give it life. A small white daisy rests atop it; perfect white velvety petals protrude proudly from the center. Does it not know that beauty is not to survive here?
3: It fills my heart with hope and joy as it waves valiantly in the gentle breeze. I smile quietly while in the distance two children play happily. A mother sings a soothing song to her infant. Laughter of a young couple in love walking arm in arm towards me draws my attention. The young man stops and stoops down plucking the flower from its concrete domain. | He tenderly tucks it behind his lover’s ear and cups her chin in his hand before softly kissing her lips, lingering a moment in his love for her. They link arms once again and continue on their journey united. A horn's honk abruptly snaps me back to my reality. I hear the argument inside and stand slowly and walk up the neglected steps and through the portal back to the world inside.
4: Inside Out I stumble to their room to rouse them from peaceful slumber. how could it have happened like that? The morning is bright and the birds outside the window gossip as i make coffee. The voices in my head will not stop! I start cooking and kiss each head as it appears groggily in the kitchen "You are not good enough" they taunt Fieldtrip forms signed; money for lunches. I should have been better, cleaned harder, loved more.