Caught In A Landslide – Daily Prompt

Thomas_Dodd_-_Tutt'Art@_(10)The Daily Prompt’s assignment was to take the third line of the last song you heard, make it your post title and write for 15 minutes – speed writing.

The last song I heard was “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen. The third line of the song is Caught in a landslide.

Caught in a landslide…

Caught in a landslide of emotions she slips slowly into the murky waters of internal chaos. Paddling upward trying to get to the top and fill her lungs with air. But, each stroke only wears her out and pulls her further down into the place where the shadows live. The shadows of past heartaches live in this place. For years she danced around it, tip toed around the edges hoping not slip. But, today her foot slipped and got caught in a memory of loss and death.

Recognizing she was stuck and it was pointless to waste energy by fighting, she surrendered. She allowed herself to see what she chose to ignore for years. She allowed herself to feel what she chose to suppress. She allowed herself to grieve for the losses that tied her to this pain. Tears flowing like a raging river. Bottled up emotions boiling to the top and pouring down her face. She licked the salt to taste her pain.

She saw her pain up close for the first time. She sat with it. She lived with it. She slept with it. She owned her pain for the first time and felt sadness on the deepest level of her being. There seemed no way to pull herself up and out of this abyss. Slowly she dug through all the debris that was weighing her down. With each piece she removed she felt freer and noticed she could breathe a little easier. She stood on each stone that broke her heart and used them as tools to line her path to emotional freedom.

The tears of sadness stopped and one day she realized her heart was no longer broken but renewed and healed. Surviving the landslide of emotions she reflected and acknowledged that it was only by surrendering into the depth of despair was she able to heal and be free.

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Thomas Dodd

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The Blush – Love, Sex & Poetry Collection (Repost)

The dream I had about you last night made me blush. It almost was as if you were actually there touching me, holding me, loving me. I savored each moment with you. I hung on to each touch of your hand and the sweet caress of your kisses.

Just as my body filled with the rush of passion from your touch I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling.  It was then I realized it was only a dream and I was not with you. Filled with disappointment I looked at the clock. It flashed 1:00am. I was wide awake with nothing but you on my mind. I tossed and turned restlessly as if to banish the demon from within and release the tension that was now in my body. I looked at the clock. It flashed 2:30am. I was still wide awake and you were still on my mind.            

Filled with a rush of excitement I knew the only way for me to get some rest and sleep was for me to finish what you started in the dream. And, I allowed my body to release to my touch as I thought about you. I thought about your hands as soft and gentle as they are big. I thought your voice as deep as it is sweet to my ear. I thought about your eyes and way they glisten when you look at me. Finally the moment was here and I felt the wave of desire push out of me into the universe and travel to you. With heighten excitement I whispered your name.            

It was 3:30am and I was still restless. Thoughts of you making love to me made me blush. As I started to drift off to sleep, I remembered our last embrace and anticipated our next hello. I fell peacefully back to sleep looking forward to seeing you again in my dreams.            

(C) 2010 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved            

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This short seem to be the perfect item to repost today given I had a very restless night last night. I’ve been up since 1:00am filled with anxiety about a neck issue I am having but also having very sexy thoughts. I never thought sex and anxiety went together. But, last night they did.

Photo Credit:
Lluís Ribas 1949 | Spanish Luminist Figurative Painter – Nude Portrait

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