Six Years Later
A short piece from my dusty notebook, one of many that have been waiting years for me to return.
She’d spent far too long trying to be someone she wasn’t.
Finally tired of the charades, she pulled out the box of clothes from the back of her closet and put on an outfit from her past. When she looked in the mirror, she recognized herself for the first time in six years.
The tears were uncontrollable, a mixture of sadness and happiness. Bittersweet. Sadness for the woman she’d once been. Happiness that she’d finally made the step back to who she really was.
She decided it was time to sing again. She hadn’t sung a song since the day she’d walked away from the only one she thought she’d ever love. It was as though that day she’d allowed the music to die, along with the girl she once was.
But now she felt alive again.
— Saralyn Miller
Several years ago, I lost sight of who I was. I am happy to say that I’ve finally found my way back to myself after a long journey of trial & errors. I must add that this new era is going to be even more damn fantastic than I had ever imagined. This is the first piece I'm publishing under Hollow & Page, a small literary studio I'm quietly opening. More writing, more world, more soon. 🕯️