Boom. Like a strike of light through the sky, there she was.

After so long, staring into the empty space ahead, wishing to go back to the safety of her silence.

It hurt to speak. Too deep, she ran, her waters like rapids eating the souls of the trees around as she sped on by.

This was the place her soul tore apart. Tipped its contents out. Peppered the world.

Out there she could hide.

Out there, her mask protected her from the truth of how very deep she ran.

She wanted this place, like danger.

She hid from it like the softest cloud.

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5 responses to “There She Was”

  1. WellsFiction Avatar
    WellsFiction

    So good, Brooke!

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      brookecutler2

      Aww! Thank you! Soooo good to be back. ❤️

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    Peter L

    A place of no judgment.
    A place big enough for all of you.
    A place small enough for privacy.
    For me a man, a Father place to enjoy being different, enjoy the Danger.
    For me a man, a Mother place to enjoy vulnerability, enjoy the Softest Cloud.

    Safe.
    Fearless.
    Unconditional.
    Blissful.
    Paradoxical Oneness.

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      brookecutler2

      That’s sooo lovely, Peter. You really should start a blog of your own. It will be wonderful! ❤️

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  3. Peter L Avatar
    Peter L

    At the moment Brooke I’m still caught in the commercial world’s process of being creative from a brief. In this sense your wonderful postings are my briefs triggering me into writing what ever I do.
    I’m not at all sure I could go from a blank page as you do, it’s a skill I greatly admire in you and others.
    Maybe one day I will be able to break free from this quite severe limitation I feel.
    In the meantime please keep writing.
    But I understand if you feel freer drawing.

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