Writing And Rambling And Musing, Oh My!

Troubles Follow

I find myself seldom happier than during times I am writing a poem of  beings ethereal  and occult

heart skipping down a flowered path in a cottage garden   in the South  of England

the dead remember and sins are forgotten as tears blossom into flowers of hope

but a cottage near the sea cannot shelter from every storm as rain falls  over all

our troubles will follow us wherever we go some will pass while others take root

what can we do then but turn to those faithful and trusted faces

call out for a friend and hold strong together as we uproot the weeds

I feel like this year has been tempestuous for many, including myself. I have mainly found emotional refuge in a certain imaginary cottage. Many strangers join me in this cottage, either taking refuge or simply enjoying the space and the company. I don't know everyone in this cottage, and it would be foolish to blindly trust everyone just because they take refuge in this same space. But it's okay to give a little trust to one another while we weather the storms; breaking off little pieces of trust that are easily retrieved.

But we cannot forget that many people we love will not shelter here. They may never even visit, and that's alright. Don't be afraid to venture out into the storms to find those trusted faces. The faces which we know will remain elsewhere while we have sheltered in our imagination, alongside the imaginations of others. If we return to this cottage after traveling through other storms, after seeking shelter in the corporeal arms of loved ones who care deeply, those who remained during that absence will maintain the garden as well as possible.

There will be many new flowers, along with many new weeds, that we can all continue to maintain together.

Read the short fic Storm Break by @gaiaseyes451 prompted by an excerpt from this poem.