Monday, August 13, 2012
Through the Old Door
She rubs her hands over the carvings and wear of the old wood door. feeling its veins and history, wondering about how many people before her pushed through these doors. How many came hurting like she was and how many were celebrating. With a sigh she wills herself inside and pushes the large heavy door in. It takes a lot of effort in her exhausted and weakened body but once it starts opening it becomes easier, like it was helped from the inside.
She blinks a few times as her eyes adjust to the dimly lit sanctuary. Streams of light shine in from the windows illuminating the old pews and the dust dancing in her presence. Thankful she’s the only one here, unsure if she could actually talk to another person. She sits down in a back pew, stiff and uncomfortable, quietly looking around.
Than, just as if someone had hit a switch she collapses. Breaks down into sobs into her hands, drawing her knees up to her chest and letting all the emotion she had been carrying flow out. What was she doing here? How had she gotten to this point? Where is the peace and understanding she was hoping to find on this journey? Where does she go from here?
The sound of footsteps startles her back to reality and she quickly composes herself. When she looks up she is starting right in his deep brown eyes and gasps in surprise.
“You had to know I would follow you. I would follow you to the ends of the earth and back if that’s what you needed to feel better. It doesn’t seem like it’s working though, so lets go home.”
She looks up at his eyes, the eyes she has loved for longer than she can remember and his outstretched hand, reaching for her. His eyes are pleading with her to take it as her head swirls with thoughts and words and emotions.
Where does she go from here?
The creative prompt today over at the Bigger Picture Blogs Facebook page is to pick a door and see where it takes you. This was mine. Which door will you go through?