Saturday June 11, 2011
I'm linking up with Jenny Matlock today for Saturday Centus. It's usually a 100-word write, but this week the word count was increased to 200 and a prompt was given. The prompt? Begin with "The wall was built long ago." You'll see Jenny's button at the bottom of the post if you'd like to link up anytime this week.
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The wall was built long ago.
Fashioned of bitterness, hurtful words, grudges long held. It had stood so long that I often forgot it was there.
Lately, though, the wall beckoned me. What could it be like on the other side?
I could see a hint of sun through a crack or two, and I thought of the freedom that lay just over the barrier.
But was it worth it?
I was happy over here…kind of. Life could be counted on; it was predictable. But my space seemed limited, confining. I knew those bricks would not come down without a fight. I’d have to reach inside and let go.
Let go of bitterness, angry memories, preconceived notions that had taken on a reality of their own. I took a deep breath, reached out, and, with my knuckles, I sought an edge, a crack that I could use to make an opening. Again I tried, but nothing moved.
Looking down at my bruised knuckles, I stretched my fingers just a bit. Ignoring the tear I felt inside, I felt a rush of fresh air that blew the pain away. My fingers began to uncurl slowly, aching for freedom. With an open hand, I grasped a brick and plucked it out as it it were air. The sweet sound of crumbling followed my first steps into freedom.