Five Sentence Fiction--The word is Forgotten.
People in her Circle of Life no longer see the multi-hued sparkle of her wings, have forgotten the heights to which she once could soar.
Seeing instead, a representation of the needs they harbour being assuaged.
People in her Circle of Life no longer hear her songs of joy, sadness, defiance, strength, words sung with almost unbearable clarity.
Hearing instead, their own voices laying out multitudes of tasks and timelines... delegated.
Continuing in this, she became the multiple reflections of the requirements and ultimatums of the people in her Circle of Life, until her Authentic Soul was forgotten...no longer seen or heard even by herself.
It is awful to diminish by bits and pieces like this. :(
ReplyDeleteYes, it is. Thank you for your comment, Rommy!
DeleteThis makes me think of our dear Gaia... and it hurts so much. Some silences should never be born.
ReplyDeleteHere is to helping her hear herself again! ♥
Yes! We are not hearing her heartbeat or seeing her anguish!
DeleteThis is unbearably poignant, Sharon.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Eliora!
DeleteVery moving, Sharon. I recognise this feeling of being overwhelmed.
ReplyDeleteI think a lot of us are feeling this. Maybe, it is part of being the sandwich generation. Thank you for your recognition!
DeleteVery familiar feeling. I love the image you chose! xoDebi
ReplyDeleteI think this feeling is very much about being stuck in the middle, just when we are finding out what truly feeds us! Thank you so much, Debi!
DeleteSo few people(compared to the many that need to) even see the Circle of Life, let alone the consequences off that blindness. As someone who is aging, I also related to this piece in that way--the Circle grows smaller of those who ever have seen the beauty of the past, and so it almost ceases to exist.
ReplyDeleteSo true, Hedgewitch! We have to share our stories! Thank you for commenting!
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