Creative Writing

Ashes and Dust

The year 2018 started with optimism. I misread the tea leaves. I misinterpreted the stars. Little did I realize that the months ahead were taking me on a journey that would crush my soul.

“Never put yourself in a position that you can’t get out of,” I told myself with pride. One simple decision to change my situation ripped everything I knew away from me and put my life into a free fall. I should have learned that is better to have a place to go.  A sound place of refuge.

Instead, everything I worked for turned to ashes; the monuments of my accomplishments turned to dust. My pillar of trust burned quickly to the ground.   All I could taste was desperation.  This was not the change I expected.

I am learning how to survive.

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