Carol was fire the circulating in your veins. Fury, passion and pure intentions. She was a breath of fresh air - accepted, protected.
A soft side graced her too. Lonely nights and time spent staring out windows. She was everything and anything. She was dusk and dawn.
Enough laughter lines graced her face to hide the tired ones. Soft and gentle. She was an earthquake, unsettling and cleansing.
She hid in the middle of the spectrum, introvert and extrovert. Black and white. Absent and present.
A dove in a world of crows.
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Beautifully written! She seems like quite an amazing person, very much a mom as you describe her. I mean, I recognize the middle of the spectrum thing, although I guess I prefer describing it as 2 extremes of the spectrum. Maybe you mean something else, that's possible too? But great writing! I wonder about the 'was' though, no more 'is'? That would break me, sweet girl! Kudos and hugs to you!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words! I'm unsure as to why I chose the past tense (was), my Mum is still alive, I think it felt better with 'was' as the piece largely includes some of my Grandmother's traits and she is no longer around. In terms of the middle of the spectrum, I felt this worked best as it combined both introvert and extrovert, however I completely understand your point and may use it in later writing.
DeleteI really appreciate the feedback and it is always welcomed. Thank you so much!
All the best.