~ Sometimes ~

Sometimes the quiet is deafening; 
it drowns out the melody of contentment.
Sometimes the emptiness creates a vacuum 
that threatens to obliterate the trophies showcased from an industrious life.
Sometimes the yearning rips an already tattered soul 
to limits beyond comprehension.
Sometimes someone walks into the midst of the storm 
and brings a welcomed momentary respite.
Sometimes a hush falls over the tormented night 
and for a moment ever passionate bliss dances again.

Her Unfinished Story

Finding oneself alone in the autumn of one’s life can be scary.  Just the thought of wandering out again into the dating world can seem like the most daunting of tasks.  But I unwittingly discovered a way to make the journey more palatable, besides lots of good wine and side-splitting laughter, I started to think of my life as my unfinished story.  No it is not going to end the way I thought it would, but now I am in control of the ending, a new revised ending.  Just that subtle shift of re-framing my situation into a story with a different ending, ripe with possibilities makes it much more palatable.  Does it take away the fear – HELL NO, but it does give me the courage I need to go out there and steel my nerves while I steady my pen to write the best chapters yet.  And this new story is hopeful and may even have room for a plucky sidekick.