Short Piece on What to Write

It is in here somewhere, that little spark that drives me to put words on the page. I want to dig deep down inside of it and get lost in a new world. A world created by my words, my voice, my eyes and my imagination. But there is nothing there. I close my eyes and there is nothing behind my eyelids. No picture springs to mind as I sit before the computer and stare blankly at the screen. My imagination is as blank as the page. There are no heroes to slay the dragons of writers block. There are no evil villains crafting maniacal plots for me to find creative ways to foil. No damsels in distress or otherwise. Nothing. Just a nagging need to write. Write. Write. Write. Tell me what to write?

What Keeps Me Smiling

Why is it that every time I pick up a pen now I find that all I have to say is I love you? I sit here in front of my computer listening to music and trying to write something, anything and all I can think to type is I love you. It all comes back to that. Never been so happy as I am now that I’m with you. I’m currently in my room by myself, I’m lonely, I miss you, my ankle hurts, my fish recently died and my mom is mad at me and somehow I can still be happy because you are there. Even now when I feel like I have been cleaved in two and my other half ripped away from me violently… I’m happy. The thought of your smile, of the hug you’ll have waiting for me and the welcome home kiss that has always been and will always be just for me. It makes me happy. It makes me smile. It makes me hopeful. Random glimpses of our happy future swirl in my head. Our one year anniversary, first night back at school, that first weekend on campus after a long break, summers together, our first apartment together, our graduation from college, our wedding day, our first days of work, our first house, our first baby, and years and years more spent growing old in each other’s arms; together forever. I can’t ask for more.

Worth Fighting For

A short prose piece...

“Some things are worth fighting for. Freedom, happiness, acceptance, equality, peace, end of hunger, compassion, kindness, love, life… I fight for these things everyday.” The small girl looked up into the tall man’s dark brown eyes with her hazel ones as she said this. He was a little taken aback. How could one so tiny fight for anything? He stared at her for a moment trying to work out what it was she meant by this profound statement. Finally he gave up and asked her.
“I fight for the freedom to grow up happy. I live in a war torn country, I could die just by putting one foot out the door of my house but I do so because if I don’t it will mean the end of my fight for the freedom to have a happy childhood. After all what child can possibly be happy locked in a house for days on end for years? I fight for happiness by trying to find the good within all the bad around me. I deserve to be happy and I want to be happy, so I fight for it. It would be easy to stop and just be sad because my mom and dad are dead. I fight to be accepted by my guardians. They don’t like me because I am a constant reminder that their own daughter has died and they can’t accept that I am not her. They try to make me be her but I fight against them. I want them to love me as equally as they loved their own daughter so I fight for that too but it’s hard because they are so sad about their little girl. Peace is the easiest to fight for because every day that I live through is another day I can grow up and each day leads to the day when I can find a voice to bring peace to us. I end my own hunger because of the war there isn’t enough food to go around so I have to fight for food. I fight for compassion. It would easy to be mean to others and not want to help them, to not be kind at a time like this when I should be more worried about my own life but I fight for that too because this war was started by hatred. Compassion and kindness to all can end that and save my life. And are not the last two obvious? I want to be loved and to live.”
After this long speech the man looked at the girl in shock. He didn’t know what to say. He knew she was right but how could one so small be so wise? He continued to stare at her with his mouth agape. Gently the little girl asked,
“Mr. Soldier man? Are you sure this war is worth fighting now?”