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I read the challenge for the week, hoping it would speak to me; but it all seemed bleak to me. So I pick up my pen to try again, searching out the inspiration held within. Write about an ending. But I must admit, I'm not feeling it. Not that I don't give a shit; those just aren't the words I want to spit. My life's been one end after another, from the moment I was born to a struggling mother, it's all been about the end - wondering when the scars will mend and just how far I'll bend before I break. Those aren't the words I need to be heard. I need a beginning. A game worth winning when my head is spinning and the demons are grinning because ... they think they've won. I need something new. Something borrowed, maybe blue. Something sweet laid at my feet when I stand above the world high enough to look you in the eye and finally show you who I am. I need a beginning. I need laughter that rings through the rafters and doesn't cease to crease every face it meets with peace. I need more. It's an internal war to settle the score and be who I wasn't before ... the last ending. I need a beginning where the demons don't play. Where I am the predator - not the prey. Where nothing stands in my way and gone are the decayed horrors of yesterday. I've had a lifetime of endings. I sadly digress. I no longer want or need the stress. Finally, I've the strength to express and address the subject. I confess - I obsess the subject: Endings. No, give me a fresh start. A newly beating heart never torn apart by the constant battering of endings. A fresh set of eyes to look upon all once despised. Give me lies replaced with bright blue skies. And sunrise... Sweet sunrise. I need a beginning. Because, I've had my share of endings |