For too many years she had been confined, a prisoner within herself. She had long since forgotten the independence of movement. Every silent waking moment was spent praying for ultimate freedom.
Now she felt calmness spread through her, releasing the heavy grief of her pain. Closing her eyes she gave in, feeling herself grow lighter as she drifted toward the paradise of final peace.

Word Prompt: Paradise

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32 thoughts on “"Paradise"

  1. Nice words for such a sad moment, I almost couldn't open this, for fear of what I was about to read! It was your title that gave me the strength to open it! Peace at long last, is good.


  2. The idea of, say, having a stroke and my active mind trapped in a useless body is one of my greatest fears. You described that “prison” (perfect word) so well… and then the gradual surrender to lift, to be free. For this person I would say, “Thank God you were able to let go.” Sometimes doctors are more determined to “win,” to have a half-living body rather than let the person go, too. Everyone should have a health proxy.

    Wow, you got me all riled up! That's a good quality in a poet. Peace, Amy


  3. You are such a master at this genre of “little” fiction, and Mom always enjoys your stories. She went to the funeral of a dear friend on Friday and so found this very meaningful. She says, “Thanks.” Purrs and hugs from the kitties at http://www.thecatonmyhead.com, Lily Olivia, Misty May, Mauricio, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Josette


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