Mountain in a Hurricane

Blogger’s Challenge #11-– Tackle an issue

Every night she’d tell me the same story. “The turtle won the race and the rabbit was upset because he underestimated the turtle.” I used to listen to the same ending every single night as if it was the first time. One night we fought and she refused to narrate the typical bedtime story, she gave me a wrongful explanation “You grew up.” It sounded wrong before I fall asleep. I didn’t cry, I didn’t even feel like crying. At the end I fell asleep.

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I opened my eyes to find myself on an island that flipped nature around. I saw beautiful blue flowers as I walked; the flowers had the roses leaves and tulips petals. I looked around but I couldn’t spot any other color but blue; shades of blue.. I walked further because I wanted to find another color, but still blue was all over the place. Huge blue trees, the stem was indigo and the leaves had different shades of blue that I don’t know if they had names or not. All I knew that it looked like a bluish beautiful canvas.

I got tired of walking; I saw a steel blue rock that looked like a bench. I sat there, lost myself in the blue world. Then out of the nowhere I heard a breath sound, it was loud but calm at the same time; the sound got closer and closer every time I inhale. I held my breath because I thought I’m being delusional. The breath sound faded when words were uttered.. “You’re gonna die child, breathe and let the air fill your lungs.” I turned around to see a decent old man wearing a cobalt blue suit and white watch that grabbed my attention because it made me remember that there are other colors too.

He sat on the rock right next to me I kept on staring at him till I remembered my manners and asked him “Who are you?” he stared at me then a warm smile lifted his cheeks, “I’ll ask you couple of questions and when I’m done I won’t tell you who I am because I’m sure your answers will figure it out.”

“Fair enough.” I answered.

“How do you feel after finding yourself in this messed place?”

“I don’t find it messed up at all it’s beautiful. I feel stable for unknown reason and it’s kinda scary cause I don’t know how I ended up in here but I’m happy..”

He asked me lot of silly and complicated questions, I tried to recognize his identity but I couldn’t then he asked me one scary question.. 

“What is mental pain?” I sat for a while thinking about the answer..

It’s the feeling that made roses have thorns so only the one who knows the rose value can touch its petals. It’s the feeling that forces tears to flow out of our eyes because of simple words and actions were left unspoken and undone. It’s the feeling that wakes us up in the middle of the night because the bed can no longer keep us warm. It’s the feeling that can take a soul down tearing it to thousand pieces of insecurity, hatred and loss.

“Can pain be healed?”

I didn’t live long enough but one thing my grandmother and I agree on is that pain needs time. Nothing can go back to the same way it was. Ourselves can’t and won’t return to the same path it walked on before because once we experience mental pain, a sign becomes carved within our souls, that sign is called a “lesson” it’s something we think of every time we try to knock on the past’s door.

“Then why did you cry before you sleep?”

Every kid gets disappointed once they realize what adulthood holds. You become an adult when reality hits you hard, today might seem fixable but I don’t know what will tomorrow hold but I do know that god won’t give me something more than my power.

“Seems you got that sign and I think my work is done.”

Your work was never done because you roam around with no aim, throwing your fist to the nearest target to knock it down. You don’t care how much it hurts, you just move to break an innocent soul. you don’t care about their stories you just want to cause a deep ache. I know that you’re pain and I can hurt you but I choose not to because there’s something about life in pain that make us rise stronger.

I left that beautiful blue world and came back to the place where most of us are wounded, needing a lifting hand but don’t count on those hands, you have legs that can make you stand unbending like a mountain in a hurricane. 

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Hope and Love

Maitha the Parrot