Tonight I’m joining up with Lisa-Jo Baker and the girls at Five Minute Friday. Here’s the skinny: Lisa-Jo give a prompt and you write: for five minutes, sans backtracking, second guessing or editing. Go join the party, you wont regret it!
You have one. I have one. Sometimes it’s a novel, sometimes it’s a short one. Sometimes it’s a comedy and sometimes it’s a tragedy. But it’s yours. No one else’s. You own it. You tend to it like a gardener tends the roses. Sometimes the thorns are thick, piercing your skin and creating welts and scars. Sometimes the leaves are like velvet under your fingers, and you marvel at the beauty that surrounds you, shouting your story to the hilltops for all to share in your joy.
But sometimes, sometimes the story is difficult. The paths that you’ve traveled are lined with potholes and barriers, and the scars that you’ve gathered along the way mar your flesh like a tapestry of lost dreams and broken promises. And the last thing you want to do is share. The last thing on your mind is letting others into the pages of your book. After all, no one is as damaged as you. No one has felt the pain that courses through your veins. But, sweet sister, you’re wrong. You’re not alone or damaged, or without hope. Your story, your story is beautiful. It is you and that is enough to make it powerful and true. So share it. Whisper your words to the world. Because there is nothing more beautiful than the song of your story.