Writing Prompt

I tried to pluck the rose, but I only achieved pricking myself with the thorn.

My hand was too weak, and my breathing suddenly increased. My chest hurt with pain as I again tried to pick the rose. Maybe nature was condemning me for trying to take the rose from the bush.

Tears swelled in my eyes.

It was silly, really, that I was crying because I could not pick a flower…but it was more than that....

Sometimes you don’t realize

how easy something is

until you don’t have it

It’s like when your nose is stuffy

and you don’t think about

how easy breathing is

until you can’t do it well

My sister is unassuming

She doesn’t expect anything

but care and love

I never realized how much

I took her for granted

Until she was sick

But she’s back now

and I won’t take a single moment

for granted

Because I...

I had struggled for hours, thinking that maybe I should just give up. Becoming so weak over the past few months, I could feel myself withering. I knew I wasn’t going to survive very long, so I decided to bake cookies for my hospice nurse to thank her for taking care of me. In hindsight, it was not a very good idea. But in the end, I had a lot of help from my husband, and my extremely eager ten yea...

I am not sure

The last time

I felt

_Normal_

Matter of fact

what is

_normal_

anyway?

I am always in pain

Thoughts never stop

going through my brain

It never STOPS

My mind and my body

they ache

they creak

they scream for mercy

What is _normal_?

Is is calm?

Is it quiet?

Is it nice?

I really want to know

what _normal_ feels like

because i dont know

the last time i felt _normal_

Not since I was...

If heartbreak was a sickeness,

I would evidently be ill with thee.

My heart aches with every breaking beat,

As if it were made of cracking glass,

Waiting for its final shatter.

If heartbreak was a sickness,

I know it is within me.

Love is nothing but utter defeat;

I cannot win, so I must let it pass

Though why must it matter?

If heartbreak was a sickness,

Then there is surely no cure.

I a...

The ceiling is bumpy. It has these little nubs sticking out of it. I create constellations between them in my head. The ceiling is white. The ceiling is boring.

I try to lift my head and look out the window.

Nope.

Not gonna happen? Ok, head. Be that way. Give me a searing headache Every. Single. Time.

Jerk....

An impotent wind sock hung on the roof of the old barn. Jake scowled at it. Pete on the MadDog and Larry radio show’s said today was the perfect day for flying, slight wind from the east, no chance of precipitation, mild temperature. Carrying his soldiering gun, Jake walked into his garage not remembering what he had come out outside to get. Jake started filling his weather balloons with helium.

...

I never get a cold, okay. Like never. I don't even have to take medicine. Okay, now with all that out of the way, I have to confess, I don't feel so good today. My stomach is dueling with my intestines, and I'm fairly certain that my heart and lungs have switched places. It is not very good at all. How could it get any worse, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you. I have been commissioned, along with the r...

Lola’s slender fingers of alabaster tremble significantly as she draws in a deep, heavy breath. She would deny the weight of which burned her chest, the soft racketing noise escaping her lips upon her next exhale was evidence enough she was struggling with the task at hand.

But she wouldn’t stop.

She couldn’t.

How could she, when giving up on this and admitting defeat filled her with such self...

Placing one step in front of the other

Standing in the gap for one another

Attempting greatness once again

Through my imagination and a pen

The simplest of desires, to just be

An uncluttered healthier mentality

Beaming with courageous optimism

Without my source it’s plain cynicism

Not in my own strength, not today

A heart full of worry and woe will betray

Desperate desires for ultimate fu...