It seems I might have a penchant for participating when Merril is hosting Prosery Monday on dVerse. Hmmm… Wonder why that is? Maybe because the phrases she chooses speak to me. It is not impossible. For this 144 text of prose – no poetry allowed, we must use the following:
“I am bombarded yet I stand.”
From Adrienne Rich, “Planetarium”
Some go through a large chunk of their life with nary a scrape. They haven’t lost a single loved one and hardship is a foreign word to them. The day they do experience loss will be a tough one as they won’t know how to handle it.
Then there are others that you swear were born under a broken star or dark cloud. They are magnets to misery. You cannot help but wonder why this seems to be. What foul past life are they paying for? And they fall to pieces each time, never learning.
As for me? They say I am bombarded, yet I stand. They say I had more than my share and call me resilient. I just see life, no better, no worse. I move forward, do what needs to be done and I keep going. I know no other way.