I'm coming in to this party fashionably late , since it's week 2, but this is my piece for Miranda Kate's Mid-Week Flash Challenge.
It’s the picture that keeps me going.
Because fuck, it’s dark here. There’s no end to the desolate, barren emptiness. It stretches on and on forever, but at the same time it’s closing in so tight that if I stop and think about it for a second, falter even a moment, I won’t be able to breathe.
I focus on the picture.
It gets me through the screaming silence, keeps me going through the blackness, when all is dust. It is my talisman against the aching fatigue of battling on. It reminds me that smiling is possible, here where I have forgotten how.
I focus on the picture in my mind. Nothing fancy – I don’t want much. Just one foot in front of the other, just like now. Only the sky is blue, and the air is sweet and I can breathe again. Smile again. See the world in colour again.
I focus on that picture – blue skies to temper my storms, a life lived in colour, with feeling – I hang it in the foreground of my mind, and I keep on walking.
I focus on the picture, and I refuse to give up, and curl up, and disappear.
One day I will have my blue sky.