I wrote this awhile back for another blog, however, due to unforseen circumstances, it never got published. So today, since I was experiencing technical difficulties, I decided to post this short story.
I think of life itself now as a wonderful play that I’ve written for myself, and so my purpose is to have the utmost fun playing my part. ~Shirley MacLaine
I can’t believe I shut her up all this time! I kept her well hidden, locked downstairs in the soberness of the basement. I went down only to give her the remnants of food leftover from my fridge, and a slim glass of water… other days I would stuff her with food until she would almost get sick!! She HAD to eat, she HAD to stay fat. That way no one but no one would want to love her.
There were days I would let her out for short periods of time.. this would enable her to see the light and smell the air, just enough so she could survive. However, she would begin to enjoy the outdoors and she would start smiling and playing. Amusement was strictly forbidden in this place… she knew that, she would try to smile while I wasn’t looking but I would always catch her! When I did… Punishment was in order!
“Hey! You! Ugly!!!! …You think you are pretty when you smile?” I would yell at her.
She would look at me with her eyes so dark.. they were begging me to let her stay but she belonged back where she came from: In the darkness.
In recent years, I decided to keep her downstairs for longer periods of time… I would only let her out when I thought she was about to die. I couldn’t have her death on my conscience, that would be the end for both of us. I cannot exist without her… I can’t.
One day, when I came to grab her arm to bring her downstairs, she managed to gather enough strength to push me back! This woman, who didn’t have much energy, managed to run away from me and disappear around the bend. I was too tired to run after her…. I let her go.
I sat there crying until nightfall set inside my mind. I realized how much I needed her.. without her.. I didn’t exist.
A few months later she came to visit me, and this time I had no urge to lock her up. I must admit she looked beautiful. Her smile was a mile wide, and her glow!! That glow! I could not stop looking at her…she was mesmerizing.
This woman, who I locked up for years, started to cry. She looked at me directly in the eyes while huge tears streamed down her face.
“You, my dear” She said “are an egotistical, narcissistic abuser!!”
I couldn’t deny what she was telling me is true. I didn’t treat this girl with love, compassion or tenderness. I often forgot to nurture her, and I never embraced her dreams. She, was nothing to me.. NOTHING!
She looked at me, after she calmed down and said: “Forgive me? Please forgive me?” Forgive me for not loving you… for hating you.. for despising you”
I replied “I should be the one asking for forgiveness”
She said “I am you”
And so she was… and so I am.. We embraced each other….
We are no longer rivals .. we are one!
I inhabited myself!
The dark became light, the world became bright.. My creativity soared… I started seeing things in ways I have never perceived them before. I drew, I wrote, I sang and danced. I created, I laughed, I cried. I listened more, loved more and played more. I joked more, decorated more and everything I would receive would be AWESOME! I ate better, walked more, and just accepted that this person does not need to be buried.. she exists.. We both exist in light and in dark need to combine our hearts and give the world the best that we can give.
And so she changed the world… one dream at a time..