Veins

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry, Prose

How did naiveté slide into her veins? Why were those vessels so accommodating? She had listened intently to his persuasive syllables as they rolled like a lover’s ballad carried on summer’s breeze. They purported to express his love and devotion to her. Hence, the cadence of her heartbeat simulated gentle ocean waves ebbing and flowing beneath a robin egg blue sky. Her mind fuzzy like a delicious wine buzz because that’s what the power of love is capable of, mesmerizing her before his promises landed hard in the branches of the trees, stabbed in retaliation.

How did naiveté leech into her blood transforming its crimson red to a faded replica of weakness? The mirror hanging on the back of her door exposes a reflection of despair, unrecognizable. Yet, she understands the breadth of her situation, but when will the difference between humanity and an arresting performance reveal itself? When will the language flow like a lover’s ballad on summer’s breeze embracing her with warmth and security of compassion and honesty? Or is this simply a dream so far-removed from her reach?

Time mystifies, but with its magical means, her mind has awakened to reality. She releases a sigh of relief, realizing her heart is devoid of fissures. Never again will she place her golden treasure in danger of breaking. She has rid his presence from her precious sunrises. The panacea was inside her all along – a shifting from low self-esteem to self-assurance, an enlightening altering of what she desires for her tomorrows.

The longing in her soul pulses to witness butterflies flutter by again, and deer casually stroll down her street. To witness hummingbirds seeking out soft petals, evoking memories of her beloved mother. It’s not as though butterflies never visited her garden, or deer never strolled by her home, and it’s not like hummingbirds avoided visiting for a sip from her pink geraniums. She just never permitted herself to observe the beauty because her heart became preoccupied, and he was undeserving of its loyalty, frequently opining his needs and unconcerned with hers.   

But now she shows great sagacity in making changes after declaring to her reflection in the mirror of what life offers. All she needs to do is invite life in. So, let the chirp of birds echo – delightful sounds of joy outside her window – and let deer stroll in their graceful manners. Let the wind blow, the mountains call, and the waterfalls fall, because blood in her veins now flows rich crimson red!

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52 thoughts on “Veins”

  11. Wow… what a wonderful piece of writing Lauren..
    “All she needs to do is invite life in.”
    And what a difference that makes, when we live life, to the full, and not live in its shadow..

    Wonderful writing Lauren ❤ xx ❤

    1. I love what stood out for you, Sue! Thanks so much for your insightful comment. If only living life to the fullest was easy, but for some, it’s takes greater effort. I love ending with hope though. Thanks again, my friend! Hugs and love xoxoxox

  14. “The longing in her soul pulses to witness butterflies flutter by again, and deer casually stroll down her street. To witness hummingbirds seeking out soft petals, evoking memories of her beloved mother. It’s not as though butterflies never visited her garden, or deer never strolled by her home, and it’s not like hummingbirds avoided visiting for a sip from her pink geraniums. She just never permitted herself to observe the beauty because her heart became preoccupied, and he was undeserving of its loyalty, frequently opining his needs and unconcerned with hers.”

    Wow, Lauren, this passage is so powerfully poignant and heart-rending thinking of how so much of her life was taken until she changed her stars.

    1. Thanks so much for your insightful comment, Steve. Lately, I’ve felt inspired to write about women and their strength in times of trouble. I’m glad you found this passage powerful. Thanks again, and enjoy your weekend. 🤗

  19. Intriguing.

    A well written piece, Lauren, thank you!

    More than that, it’s great advice for those who need it.

    You keep on amazing me!

    xo❦❦❦❦ox

    1. I’m glad this piece intrigued you, Resa, and I always appreciate your wonderful, kind words! I like to try different pieces of writing now and then, and lately, I’ve felt inspired to write pieces empowering women. Thanks again! I hope I continue to amaze you! 😉 xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

  20. Lauren, I feel the gentle rush of inspired essence throughout this beautiful writing! You engage most profoundly to the magic of a seasoned storyteller! Thank you for the gift that lays deep within your heart and soul! You are magic!

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