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*I was busy scanning my back-up files in my computer when I ran over a document. This file was under my folder - LITERATURE. At first, I couldn't remember the things I put in it. Eventually, when I started reading the file names one by one, I suddenly remember my college days, when I was still a member of the college paper. I was the Literary Editor so I was in charged with the editing of the submitted articles. And one of the most admired articles I've ever read was a simple writing from our News Reporter - Ms. Henedine Boudreau. If I'm not mistaken, she was a Nursing student of our school and grew up in Canada. She was one of the respectful members of the organization because of her unending and invaluable contributions to the paper.
Now, let me share with you her simple yet inspiring writing titled, "The Calm Before the Storm."
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Motionless, I stand on concrete blocks, beautiful shade of orange, red and brown circle me, while I remain rooted to the grey sidewalk.Caught in the eye of the storm, I watch these leaves dance, each leaf knows the different style of dance, they attempt at doing things their own way. They try to swing, tap, krump, but instead end up colliding, falling, fighting.
And I know, that I’m caught I this whirlwind for a reason. It’s as though the wind is giving me a glimpse into the near future. As the wind rips around my feet, my torso, my head, sending my hair in all directions, it’s telling me “there is beauty in watching things try so hard, so hard, and fail.” The wind keeps on racing around my body, kissing, my cheeks, down my neck, its hand underneath my clothes, giving me goosebumps. Tracing its fingers along my skin, I can feel the cold sinking beneath me; it wraps its hand gently around my heart then gives it a nice, hard, vicious pull, ripping my heart from my chest.
“With dirt in you hair, and no heart in your chest, you’ve never looked so beautiful,” the wind whispers in my ear, reassuring any doubts I may have been feeling. I continue to watch the leaves dance and fall, circling around my body
“there is beauty in watching things try so hard, so hard and fail,” then, all is silent. I know I am caught in the eye. This is only the calm before the storm.
2 comments:
Hey Kevin, good to see you're still writing =) its me henie =) lol strange i found your blog but it's soo cool! what coincidence!
i was re-reading this article and just realized i havent written anything for a while. work is super busy and i miss writing. kinda makes me laugh reading it now years later, i can see how much ive grown with my writing even though i dont write as often as i'd like. lol =)
Hey Henie, thanks for dropping by. I remember, this was the one i admired when we were still (active) writers. lol.
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