There were so many of them. Within reach. I brought my hands together and was certain I had been able to capture at least one. I tingled inside with the knowledge that I had managed to obtain that which I had yearned for. My hands remained cupped around my celestial prize. A smile adorned my face while I savored the moment. Carefully I parted my fingers, eager to peek at the glow I held. I saw only darkness. How could that be? Nothing was there to be seen. I turned my hands, palms up. My eyes met emptiness. And I felt myself spiraling downward into bleak defeat. Engulfed in a sadness that refused to relinquish its hold on me. The saddest part is that I caused a kind old man to well up with tears as he watched me give in to my thinly-veiled despair. And I cannot forgive myself for that. "But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope." ~George Eliot
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
DEFEAT
There were so many of them. Within reach. I brought my hands together and was certain I had been able to capture at least one. I tingled inside with the knowledge that I had managed to obtain that which I had yearned for. My hands remained cupped around my celestial prize. A smile adorned my face while I savored the moment. Carefully I parted my fingers, eager to peek at the glow I held. I saw only darkness. How could that be? Nothing was there to be seen. I turned my hands, palms up. My eyes met emptiness. And I felt myself spiraling downward into bleak defeat. Engulfed in a sadness that refused to relinquish its hold on me. The saddest part is that I caused a kind old man to well up with tears as he watched me give in to my thinly-veiled despair. And I cannot forgive myself for that. "But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope." ~George Eliot
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5 comments:
This was beautiful! You can write lady. :)
Aw, but Defeat can be so beautifully written!
Hugs,
V
I've only seen the glow around my pets...never my hands.
But you've done a delightful job describing this.
Woo Hoo!
New WWWC Mrmber!
Hugs,
V
I can handle the defeat/despair in my own way and with the aid of time. It is the pain I caused that elderly gentleman that crushes me to the core.
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