Inspired by this link Dear Sugar which my step brother Chris shared with me ( Dog and Pony Show. Click it and check 'em out ). I decided to make this post into a type of read and response. I had emailed Marianna ( Twitter Link ) my blog post draft, hoping for some writer advice on how I could improve my short piece. Not only did I find her email useful, I thought it was very inspiring.
Here is the work I would have titled "Well I Guess This Is Growing Up" :
Light in one hand, pure darkness in the other. I look down at my bruised and bitten legs. They're much like the angsty teenage soul that still clings to me. Bruised by other souls, bitten by a monster I like to call negativity. With teeth so sharp they could slice off your fingers just as smooth as they would butter. I'm an adult now, 18 years old, aren't I? No, wrong. I'm a kid. Though I am handed adult responsibilities. My soul is disabled as are my legs. I cannot face things independently if my insides are destroyed. Though all of us are expected to move along. We are expected to face the downfalls and the uplifting events. Sometimes there might be another soul to mingle with your own for awhile. Other times you and your soul are left completely alone. So alone there's only darkness, nothing to touch, see, smell or taste. So very alone that there is nothing. Okay, now what do you do when you find yourself destroyed in the darkness without a thing to keep you company? I don't think anyone really knows the exact answer to that question. My guess is we wait, we wait or we try to stand even if it pains us. Even if we contain only doubt and no thought of ever making it through. My guess is, this is growing up
In response Marianna wrote :
"I think this is a good look into what we face as we grow up. In a way, even at 31, I still feel some of these reflections ring true for me, so it's a bit of a timeless reflection. You may have these kinds of thoughts even ten years from now.
In terms of the post itself, you may be able to explore a little more of what you mean by the darkness. The challenge, I think, is this: Darkness has no form or definition. It can be whatever you want it to be, which is why horror is so successful. Darkness is different for everyone. For some, it can be the lack of certainty and a symbol of great fear. Because of course, when things are illuminated, we can better make our way around because we can see what is ahead of us. So I think you have the opportunity here to directly share that the darkness is probably the uncertainty of what lies ahead of you. But darkness can also be the state in which you exist on a daily basis, and that's a little more destructive for some folks. If you carry darkness inside of you every day, then it doesn't matter what lies ahead because you will always be shrouded from seeing it while others might have a fine view of things.
As a writer, you have the chance here to really work with the darkness and explore it. Even if it means not being able to see with your eyes, you can tap into a different vision, one that comes from your gut. One that is fueled by your emotions because even sadness can be something that gives you strength."
Even sadness can be something that gives you strength. A wonderful line that simply explains the backbone to my interest in becoming a writer. Thank you all who've read any of my posts. Any audience member is greatly appreciated.