July 27, 2006
I once believed...
A WritingWomyn Collab.
Writing prompt: "there were days when i..." or "i once believed..."
Use these prompts repetitively (beginning each new line or paragraph) to write a letter to one person or multiple people who were or are in your life. It is not necessary to reveal who you've written to.
Umm. Yeah. This is going to be totally lame of me, but I can't think of a darn thing to write about this topic. I mean, I could use the prompts in a non-letter way, such as:
There were days when I thought that I would scream from the loneliness, the isolation, the frustration of living in a small backwater town. But now all I want to do is get back to that backwater and live a more peaceful life.
And...
I once believed that I completely understood what was going on with X(m), that I could "fix" him and make his mind stronger. That if I just persevered long enough he would somehow become normal. Have social skills. Care about me in the way that I needed. It took me about five years to figure out that I couldn't fix what was broken.
Or...
There were days when I despaired of ever being with Calvin. We were apart, we weren't able to talk to one another, and all the doubts and fears and confusion would become unbearable. I must have scribbled enough worthless junk to fill three paper journals, then. Maybe I should burn them.
And then there's...
I once believed that the Elders of the congregation knew what they were talking about. That they truly were concerned for my well-being, and that of my Grandmother. That they were infallible leaders who would never lead us awry. Then they proved me very, very wrong.
How about...
There were days when I wished the vacation would never end. We would lay on our backs in the grass, staring up at the trees, holding hands, finding shapes in the clouds. We would visit all the places that I took for granted when I lived there. I loved looking over at Calvin and seeing all the cares and worries of the past few months just disappear from his face.
Or finally...
I once believed that Grandma would be here for me, forever. That somehow, some way, she would never die. She would be the anchor to my childhood and my happiness and my security for my entire life. And yet, she did die. August 18th is the five-year anniversary of her passing (FIVE years???). But still, she continues to be the anchor to my childhood, happiness, and security.
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