The recesses of the mind hide in dark, desolate crevices,
craving the deep oblivion. Sometimes, they become needy, hungry for attention.
These aberrations slink from their hideaways into the conscious, creating havoc
and disharmony. Spreading like a plague, they infect the happy, healthy village
of the mind until an ominous cloud cloaks it in darkness. Cynicism, depression,
and anxiety overwhelm its counterparts, caging them in formidable cells of
isolation. Darkness descends, and we withdraw from the world, wondering, where
can we find light in this never-ending shade?
With just a thought, light begins to crack through the darkness.
Light’s power lies in its strength to attract other sources of hope. Just a
spark will spread, forcing darkness to retreat to its shadows. A spark will become
a flicker which will turn into a flame. It is up to us to keep that flame
alive.
"I never should’ve agreed to this," Mario said.
"We didn't go far." Sonia sniffled.
Stacy smiled. "We just need to find light."
Sonia looked around. "It’s getting dark. Where can we find light?"
"In this never-ending shade? We won't." Mario looked up.
"Just follow the fairies."
Mario rolled his eyes. "There’s no such thing as fairies."
Sonia whispered, "I'm scared."
"Don’t worry. The fairies will lead us home."
Just then, flickers of light appeared.
Stacy pointed. "The fairies have arrived! Follow them."
They followed the blinking sources of light.
Mario pointed. "I think that's the streetlamp at the playground."
At the end of the forest, Stacy turned back. "Thank you for helping us, fairies."
A flickering light approached. A beautiful fairy with iridescent wings kissed Stacy’s nose and flew away.
"Goodnight, fairies! I'll visit soon," she promised and then traipsed after her friends.
I loved both of them, but the Fairies brought a huge smile!!!
ReplyDeleteI thought you would, Denise! I'm happy it made you smile. Thanks for visiting. :-)
DeleteI'm glad I decided to try your link again! Thank you for the "two-fer." I enjoyed them both. I liked the description of the mind as a village covered by the ominous cloud and then the light coming. And the fairy story was very cute!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like you have a challenging and rewarding job. My daughter taught middle school English.
Thank you, Merril! I had taken it down for a moment because I had written the story first and then realized it should have been prosery. So, I created the prosery piece and then republished it. Thanks for coming back!
DeleteYes, it can be challenging at times, but I absolutely love what I do. :-)
Light always cracks through the darkness.
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