Grief Written

It was in that moment,  Sitting in my car, With the seat reclined all the way back, And sad music blaring in the background, That I wondered if this was my great destiny. If being so tragically sad, while attempting to be so happy, was the path etched out for me in the skyline before I took my first breath? In that moment, I wondered if the world was laughing at the irony of my life. The happy girl who was drowning in sadness. What I fool I must be to the world, reaching for something that was never destined to be mine. But the world has always loved tragic fools. They always make history. Brutus, Romeo and Juliet, Hercules, Hector. They have been painted in the stars,  memorialized. Remembered. Their stories last for centuries, inspring  tears from many with their tale of woe. All these heroes falling tragically to one fatal flaw. And I realized mine was caring a little too much. What a fool I am, insisting on tragedy. B

****This is just an excerpt of a story I'm working on**** The wind flirted with the skirt of her dress beckoning her to come and play. Goosebumps traveled along her arms as the bitter cold night kissed her skin and left its mark. Her toes began to turn purple like she was already dead. Taking a step closer she peered over the edge at the greedy waves. The sharp rocks cut and gripped her feet begging for her to stay but the waves were calling. The angry gray waves wanted her; it longed to wrap her up in its embrace and to carry her away to the bottom of its depths never to be hurt again. They screamed her name and reached out for her like no one else would. She knew the waves would consume and swallow her. The ocean would slice into her bruised and broken skin; it would steal her breath leaving her desperately trying to fill her battered lungs with the oxygen they so badly needed. Love often did that to a person. And she was hopelessly and totally in love with the ocean. Cadence