The Next Chapter: “I am Iron Man”

Melody stood in the doorway, cigar in hand and thought out loudly ” What am I doing here?”. At a time when she should be thinking of slowing her life down to make up for the years of ‘painstaking’… she could only snatch back a magic moment of remembrance. Her issues at hand weighed heavily on her heart as she reminisce of the times gone by. In reality wasn’t so long ago when she was free to tap dance in the kitchen.

Although her mental youth kept her in light, she realised that she had grown old overnight; the injury that had plagued her life over the last few years just seemed to linger. “It’s not like you can talk about it forever…” she shared with herself as she drew upon the stick of gentlemanly aroma. However for her, its was a no-choice as her life was literally based around, this being the boss. Her default button had given her a new lease for life, however, even that was slowly fading as she struggled to cope with the most taken for granted. Her pragmatic view on life, aloud her to embrace a moment of hope – hope that had kept her alive for these last few years.

Melody had reached her point of mental entrapment; her struggle would be no walk-in-the-park. Deep down she knew that if she gave up on her ability to dream, she may well lose her way in the circle of life and so stood-fast in her determined resilience against her own being. That was no cupid on her shoulder as negativity fought its was through the puffed-circles that emerged from her lips; the heat grew closer to her face as the leaves disintegrate before her eyes. Life would be to easy to give up as she fought back the merging tear that came to join the party. “I know I needed to slow down but this is ridiculous”. The words came like venom, growing ever harsh from the built up frustration that had pent with her loss. Her emotion turning to anger as she pondered on how she was being let down by the very people who made her put her precious trust outside the front door. Her belief in them to give her justice was tarnished and tainted. “Talk about insult to injury”. Clearly she was not healing as fast as she was expected to and her pain had transcend its way into the lives of others. Reviewing her annoyance at her ability to not quite fix, and get on with it, Melody threw her head back and let out a sigh to give a hurricane the chills… and with a shreek to make a Banshee proud, her eyes dilated and her jaw locked as she threw the nub into the bush and turned on her heels slamming the door behind her; her sorrow was done for another day.

(Copyright 2019)

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A BUNDLE OF CREATIVITY

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