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poetry_fiction2024-07-21 08:16 pm
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July Challenge Day 21
From What I Carried
I carried my fear of the world
as if it could protect me from the world.
I carried my fear of the world
as if it could protect me from the world.
Original, drabble, loss
Original, Drabble, loss
Sheila touched the ankh around her neck, the last remnant of the necklace her lover had worn. The agate had gone to one loved one, the turtle to another. Where the hematite had gone, none could say, and this time it didn't come back to Sheila.
Sometimes, the ankh was enough. She could look forward, see a path to take, one less shrouded by the darkness.
All too often, the ankh added to the weight. It was a reminder that happiness could not be. Safer, Sheila knew, to cower in the shadows, and weave her fear to keep all away.