July Challenge Day 21
Jul. 21st, 2024 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pf_mod posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
poetry_fictionFrom What I Carried
I carried my fear of the world
as if it could protect me from the world.
I carried my fear of the world
as if it could protect me from the world.
pf_mod posting in poetry_fiction
Original, drabble, loss
Date: 2024-07-22 01:54 am (UTC)Original, Drabble, loss
Sheila touched the ankh around her neck, the last remnant of the necklace her lover had worn. The agate had gone to one loved one, the turtle to another. Where the hematite had gone, none could say, and this time it didn't come back to Sheila.
Sometimes, the ankh was enough. She could look forward, see a path to take, one less shrouded by the darkness.
All too often, the ankh added to the weight. It was a reminder that happiness could not be. Safer, Sheila knew, to cower in the shadows, and weave her fear to keep all away.