By Rooth
I was a lone circle in a world of squares. As a curious child, I resisted the monochrome lines and dark corners, hinged by perpendiculars.
My imagination twirled in delight, spiralling to the endless heavens. There were giraffe prints in the snowbanks. Empires built by ants. When I was jeered, I joined black bears hibernating in their den, then wriggled like an earthworm under the verandah.
Sixty years later, I reach through rigid walls to fan an ember, faded like a forgotten word in my lexicon. A tiny opening reveals seeds of possibility, miracles even, waiting to be watered once again.
Wonderful! Curiosity and life’s spark have a way of finding us at any age!
thankfully yes, we can keep growing and healing into our later years.
Loved the words “dark corners, hinged by perpendiculars”.
So glad to hear the round peg is ready to bloom once more
thank you. 🙂
Beautifully worded. Grow those seed in the sunlight.
Will do. Thank you.