I can’t just post a picture and not include any words with it. It goes against my nature, which is why this post is an ALMOST Wordless Wednesday post each week.
Yesterday morning as I was writing my morning pages, I was thinking still thinking about Rich Hill and the scars that poverty leaves. Then I saw the prompt from Write ALM for the day – faint. There’s a longer post coming tomorrow about poverty, but I wrote these sentences that seemed to stick with me:
A faint outline of trauma impressed on the soul- mostly forgotten unless and until there is some trigger that brings it all flooding back. There are so many things that go into shaping and making us, eventually fading away, leaving us to spend careful moments sifting back through memories to recall more than a sense of panic and shame that we keep pushing deeper into the darkness. It is a ghost, misty and intangible, a shell of what was, inarticulate and clumsy – weighing us down – despite the lack of substance. We miss it unless we are paying attention.