Weaving Solace

Here’s my response to the Writing Challenge that I posted last week. Bottom line… A free write where you imagine entering into the top of this upside down photo as if the reflection is the prime reality.

Feel free to continue to write your own responses and share it with us by posting the title and link in comments on the original Challenge Post. Thanks!

by Sheri J Kennedy 2015, All Rights Reserved

Weaving Solace

I stepped from the tenuous strand of sand between the grasping, scratching reach of where I’d been into the waters – no, the winds. Stopped. Wispy wonder washed over me. Filmy wrinkles sliced the winter bare trees beyond like strained cellophane wrapped between here and there. I couldn’t see my feet so stepped forward hoping to get them under me. Feeling hesitant to walk further. Especially when I’d meant to swim. To drown myself perhaps. Or at least to drown the thick of it. The sticky matted mass of life prodding and pushing at my mind.

I’d thought to clear my head. But clearly wandered into a place as vague as its unuttered silence. Ripples of winds – waters? Caught like scrapes on a celluloid length of lifeless life. The path forward disrupted from base to topmost towering tips. Not a branch swaying nor a stick cracking under foot as I broached the stillness shadowing the thin trace of trees, groping to break through the cloying mist before me. The scarred patterns receded but didn’t diminish.

Perhaps this was death. Beyond the veil, they say. But I hadn’t broken through. Drowning in sullied solitude. I reached to weave solace from the final breath of wind I’d severed from the waves that washed the drifting strands of time.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved March 2023