I went to writer’s group today. Our prompt was to write about what is yet to happen….here’s what I came up with.
What has yet to happen….
When the worst has come to fruition…when the Katrina of your life has passed, you stand knee deep in the murky water, you look at the ruin of your life and you say….
But then the sky clears. And the birds start to sing.
And you realize you can either be a participant or you can continue to stand in the murky water.
The murky water has snakes, and alligators and your feet have become all pruny.
So you drag yourself out of the water and think I survived, now what? Maybe I’ll just dry my feet, maybe I’ll let the sun warm my face, maybe I’ll cry, maybe I’ll praise the heavens that I survived, maybe I’ll curse the heavens…..
When you lose so much, it leaves little more to lose.
Perhaps it makes you fearless.
Perhaps it makes you reckless.
Perhaps it makes you dangerous.
Perhaps it makes you dream…dream big because their is nothing left to lose.
So who knows what is yet to happen.