The prompt was Diary.
This is my favorite thing I’ve written. It is very dear to me.
She didn’t weep as she wrote her miseries onto the paper. Her tragedies were her own, internal, and she had no desire to give them up. Speaking them out loud would set them free, and that would end her.
She held on to those miseries as if they were lifelines. Her regrets were strength. If she could build up a kingdom for a life on top of the ashes of her dreams, she would truly have won.
She didn’t feel like she was winning.
And as she scribbled down her melancholy, she swam in the warm comfort of her struggles.
© 2017 Heather Stephens