The disappointment soaking in my heart like water over sanded pavement. It was slowly seeping into my consciousness.
Rejection.
I could hear the word echoing like drip drops of water at the bottom of a well. Deep, dank, dark and bottomless. I understood all too well. I just wanted it to runoff quickly but needing it to sink in too.
But the well’s gone dry, and no tears to drop from my eyes into the well. And, if I look deep enough to seek, I will see reflections of incandescent light at the bottom of the well.
By Pamelap
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I am a Texas transplant from Virginia Beach and I love family, food, and entertaining with friends! On any given weekend you will find me out enjoying the city having dining & sipping moments with family and friends.
Besides being a foodie and an avid sports fan, l love writing as well!
I enjoy writing poetry, articles on my dining experiences and short stories. Look for my musings and written expression each day and let me know what is on your mind too. As my cousin, Kendra Edozie, quoted: It All Begins With Just A Thought.
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