Torn

Life spills out. A drop here or there at first. Then a slosh more. We stumble. The bucket jostles and a mess is made of what was once most precious. A will yet carries us on, our burden heavier and yet our time evaporating.

Security in place, purpose, and heart is but a veil so easily torn. A fish one day swimming free and belonging to its school can, without warning, be held captive in a new world without water. Shocked, confused, and gasping, routine turns impossibly strange.

Waiting alone I’ve wondered, has she taken time to skip through the puddles?


Picture is by Lauren Rushing.

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