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Submitted to Contest #26
I feel scraped thin. Like butter over too much bread. Not enough. Not enough at all. There was a time I was enough. I was more than enough. As just a young child, I could play in a way that could charm snakes, stop wars, bring tears to the eyes of anyone who's ears my sweet melodies fell upon. At just nine, I had won the international young musicians award at a grade eight standard. There was no failure - my life was just success after success. Sunshine Child, my parents and grandparents would call me. It felt as though I was made of those s...
Submitted to Contest #23
I'm finding it hard to admit these days, and I know everyone says to do so with grace, but I still feel nineteen in my head. I am old. I am in my own winter of life. It terrifies me and torments me, but I am in my winter. I watched parents and grandparents and celebrities around me grow old and wither away in their wheelchairs and their oatmeal dinners, but just as you don't realise the tide coming in on a beach, it is suddenly upon me now - it's my turn for the overboiled broccoli and the assisted living. My turn for the 'senior moments' an...
Submitted to Contest #21
Christmas is a lonely time of year for many - I've always thought so. In the way that the push of "family" reminds you of exactly what you don't have. The bitter cold seeps like acrid honey into my old joints, this time of year. Most mornings the pain makes it hard to even get out of bed. Christmas has always reminded me that I have never had someone to take me by the elbow and guide me in those painful early hours. I have done my best to not let my own experience with Christmas turn me bitter, like those other old ladies you see in the supe...
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