Monday, January 30, 2017

Like She Knew--"The Chair" Series--Guardians & Chosen Ones Series--Hope & Survivors Series


She would
simply
tell
you,
how could
she
explain
to someone
that
couldn't
understand.

Oh,
she knew
it
wasn't entirely
normal,
to have him
here
with her.

She realized
this
early one.
Knew
it wasn't
this way
for
everyone.

Knew
that,
her Guardian
stayed close
by.
Was
in her
room with
her,
when other
little girls
&
boys
were out
to play,
to tease,
to be
silly,
& waste
her
time.

She
was
here.

Never alone.

But
how could
they
understand,
as they
looked
at
her.
So thin,
so
frail.
Feeling sorry
for
her
even.
That
she always
seemed
to
play
alone.

But that's
not the
way
he
saw her.
Strong.
Brave.
Sure.
Hilarious,
insightful
into the
minds,
&
hearts,
of
the ones
who left her
behind.
To
play
alone.

In his
world,
time sped by
quickly.
Months
&
years,
blended together.
A creamy soup,
of dates
&
memories,
anniversaries
of who he
had left
behind.

But time,
was
cruel,
slowing
when
it should
have
moved on
without
him.
Speeding up
when
all he wanted
was
to be
here,
just a little
bit
longer.

In this room,
with
her,
he could
feel it slipping
away.
His memories
of the
others.
His will
to
forget,
even tho
he never did.
His
desire
to,
simply
move
on.

He promised
her
then,
He silently
pleaded with
her.
To understand,
to
will her
into believing
everything
he
could never
tell her.

That
he
would
never leave
her
behind.

He would find
a
way.
Even if he
had to
travel back
to this place
again,
&
again,
& again....
& again.

She always
greeting him
with this
same
smile.
Like she
knew.








Why--"The Chair" Series--Guardians & Chosen Ones Series--Hope & Survivors Series

As 
he sits,
he sees what
most
don't.

fragile 
human being.
A miracle.
His only
hope.

What 
she saw.
Well,
that was 
a little 
more 
difficult to 
explain.

You see,
he sat across
from her
for so long 
now,
he was almost
part of her
scenery.
Her 
landscape,
what she
 always 
knew
to be
true.

How could
anyone
get used to
seeing
someone like
him,
you may
wonder.
How 
do you 
just
accept,
that it's 
real.
And not
question
why......



Monday, January 16, 2017

The Chair--A Guardians & Chosen Ones Series--Hope & Survivors Series--A New/Updated Version Of A Short Story Series I Started About 6-7 Years Ago--Inspired By A Separate Series I Stared About 6 Years Before

The chair
in the corner,
on the other side
of the 
room.

He's always been
there.
Sitting across from her.
Watching.

Why it should 
be this way,
she never 
knew.

He knew,
never told
her.

Well, 
I suppose
that's not really
true,
is it?
But 
I guess 
I'll have to 
get back to 
that
another time.

He would 
tell 
you, 
he knew her
since time
began.
If he 
could speak,
tell you 
what he thought
of 
who,
what,
he was. 

Oh,
he COULD 
speak.
It was finding
a REASON 
that was the 
problem.

You would
think,
after lifetimes
of being in 
this realm,
he would have
found 
a reason to.
Another
creature like
himself,
even.
To say what
he always longed
to say.

To tell them,
that he
wanted to know
when it 
would end.
When the waiting,
the pain,
endless lives
in this place would
somehow make 
sense.

I know,
it doesn't seem 
fair,
does it.
Telling you 
all this,
knowing 
her can't tell
you 
what he REALLY 
thought.
Who he really
was.

But,
that's just the 
way it 
is,
isn't it.

Our stories
come 
from who we
were,
&
not always who we are
now.
Or, 
even,
the other way
around.

We try to
explain 
what we were,
back then,
but can only
tell you
who we see now,
as we
look 
back at who
we
used to  
be, 
now that we've
become something
new. 

That's the challenge,
I suppose.
The REAL
purpose,
I guess.
Of who we want
to be.
That we 
want to be
something better
than 
we were 
before.

So we can
look back
at 
what we once
were,
&
can 
tell ourselves,
tell those
around us,
that we've won.
We've 
conquered.
We 
fought
our own
demons,
&
won.

This is
one 
of those
stories.
Of
someone
who
looked at
what they became,
&
said,
it
was worth
it.