Surface

Do not judge what you cannot see
What lies at the surface
is only the beginning
It’s what lies underneath
that counts
It’s what lies underneath
that is joyful
angry
in pain
Do not judge what you cannot see
unless you want to be judge
so callously

Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes

No More

When you reach a point

There is no return

When you finally say

Enough is enough

I will do this no more

To walk away

Never to look back

To not turn around

Give it one more chance

May be the hardest test

You will ever endure

Because walking into the unknown

Is never easy

When you’re alone

 

Copyright © 2016 Heidi Barnes

Everything Changed – #FWF

 

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Source: By Brandon Hopkins from the Noun Prophet

 

 

It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. I don’t know how to explain it. It happened so fast and at the same time it took forever. It was almost like magic, but not in a good sort of way.

I was reaching for the coffee and there was a noise. Just a small noise, but it was enough to catch my attention so I turned to see what it was, and there it stood. Small and furry, the mouse sat on the shelf staring at me as if it was contemplating the meaning of life. I suppose it was. I had never seen a mouse like this. The white fur was dotted with brown splotches, much like a pinto pony. And the ears were not so much round as they were shaped like a spade. The tail was swishing back and forth along the metal shelf, slowly, almost hypnotizing. Like a cat who was ready to pounce, using its tail as a countdown to the final lunge. But those eyes. There was too much intelligence in those eyes for a small mouse.

Slowly lowering my hand, I kept my eyes on the creature as I stepped away from the shelves. Looking away seemed like not a very good idea. Part of me thought it would disappear in a cloud of smoke, another part of me prayed it would. But it stayed on that shelf, its eyes following me, its tail slowly swishing back and forth.

Then it jumped.

With a little scream, I slammed into the shelves behind me, knocking boxes and cans off that crashed to the floor. Before my unbelieving eyes as the mouse fell it began to grow. Those small little legs stretching to the floor, the little nose elongating, the eyes growing, the ears and tail lengthening. When the hooves hit the tile floor with a clatter, yes hooves, a pinto pony stood before me. My hand to my chest as I gulped in air, desperately trying to calm my pounding heart, I stared into those large brown eyes and saw the same intelligence that the mouse had.

How? Why? What the hell?

The now horse stood proud and strong, its eyes never wavering from me, its ears stock still as its tail swished slowly back and forth as it did before when it was a mouse. Suddenly I realized it wanted something from me. What that was I had no idea. So we stared at each other, neither one moving except for me gasping for air and that damn tail swishing back and forth, back and forth.

Realizing that the thing did not mean me any harm, I slowly relaxed. Gently pushing myself from the shelves, a few more boxes falling behind me the only noise in the building that seemed as loud as boulders crashing down a mountainside, I stood on my own two feet. Unsure I would not be bitten; I reached out to the nose of the horse and placed my hand before the nose, a gesture of peace. Snorting, it nuzzled my hand. I grew bolder, running my hand up its nose to its ears. When it turned its head, pushing my hand, I smiled and obliged by scratching behind the ears.

“What do you want from me,” I mused.

Nickering, it shook its head and looked at its back.

“You want me to ride you?”

The vigorous nodding told me yes.

“I see,” I replied none too sure.

When it stomped its foot and snorted, I decided it was not going to take no for an answer. Looking down one side of the isle then the other, I realized that we were alone. That was strange since the parking lot of the store was completely full when I arrived. The pony snorted again.

“Impatient, aren’t we.”

Butting me with its head, it snorted again, this time stamping its foot on the tile floor.

“I must be mad,” I muttered shaking my head.

Taking a deep breath, I moved down the horse and took a hold of its main. After a quick thought, I bent down to see which sex the horse was.

“Male, huh. Explains the impatient part.” I could have sworn he rolled his eyes. “I don’t have to go with you, you know,” I snapped.

The look that horse gave me told me that I really had no choice in the matter, and to get on.

“Fine,” I sighed irritably.

With the ease of someone who had lived around horses all her life, I jumped onto his back. Once I was settled I asked, “Now what?”

It was a question that would forever haunt me, because what happened in that next second changed my life forever.

Copyright 2016 Heidi Barnes

This is from a prompt on Kellie Elmore’s website Magic in the Backyard.

What is Closed – Freewrite – Prompt #28

Give me time
to unlock what has been
closed for so long.
Hidden behind a door
thick and impenetrable.
Emotions locked away
kept safe from
those who wish me harm.
Teach me to trust
with senses dulled from pain.
Show me love
in its truest form
and maybe then
my heart will open
once more.

© 2016 Heidi Barnes

This is a freewrite from the website Writing Outside the Lines. If you would like to see other submissions or try it out yourself go to this link. This week’s is a word bank and I love word banks. I never know what will come if it.

To Much to Ask?

I want to hear you
see you,
feel you.
I want to believe in you,
and know that you believe in me.
I want to know that my faith in you is not misplaced.
That I can trust you with the one thing that I hold dear,
my heart.
I want to know where this will lead,
If my time well be well spent.
Tell me that you love me.
Show me that I can trust you.
Take me into your arms
hold me tight.
Never let me go
and i will be yours
forever more.

© 2015 Heidi Barnes

I Give You My Trust – A Free Write

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So many things I want to say.
Words tumbling around, every which way.
Each one wanting to be first
Each one for better or worst.
Sifting through the jumbled mess
Just too many to express.
I promise I will find
With deep thought and time
Someday, someway
To convey
Those words that means so much
So you will know
With my heart, I give you my trust.

 

© 2015 Heidi Barnes

If you would like to join in this free write exercise or just read the other wonderful submissions go to Sharyl Fuller’s site Writing Outside the Lines and check it out.

Run Away With Me

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Run away with me!

Let us find the edge of the earth,

and fly amongst the stars.

Let us lose ourselves

in the mystical playground called life

while others lose themselves in

in the mundane world

and what they perceive

as reality.

Let us live

until the day when we move on

to the next stage of our existence,

where we will continue

to find out just who we are

and why we are here.

Where we will discover

that no matter what we think we know,

we will never know enough,

and we will never know everything.

 

~ ©  2014 Heidi Barnes

A Story Unfinished Part 4…..

The fight goes on

no end in site.

Neither side willing to give,

neither one wishing respite.

Too many years

spent in blood and pain,

no other way that they know.

Why should we give up what we’ve gained,

why end this war in shame?

Pride is a wicked thing.

Always pushing,

always pestering.

Never give up!

or you will be perceived weak.

Never cry!

or others will mock you.

Always be at your best,

the top,

number one.

Never let them win….

but when is enough enough?

When do you finally say I give?

When everything is gone?

When there is no life to be seen

and the world is destroyed?

When will you choose life over death?

When…..

 ~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes

Trust

So today I decided to post my weekly Free Write Friday I do on this website. It’s a bit late as it’s last weeks prompt, but better late than never. 🙂

Here is the prompt from Kellie Elmore’s Website:

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Here is my response:

Trust. Easily given, easily broken, impossible to get back. How many chances do you give before you say enough? How many times must your heart be broken before it can break no more? Where do you find the strength to move forward and not bleed mistrust onto others who do not deserve it? the answer for each person is different. It takes a different amount of time to heal, to trust, to break that one final time. Some never trust. Once someone breaks them that is it. Everyone is the same. No one can be trusted. I believe everyone is different therefore everyone should be given a chance, and some more than one. We all make mistakes and we should remember that no one is perfect. Not even yourself. One mistake should not mean a lifetime of pain.

 

If you would like to read more submissions, click on Kellie’s name above and it will take you to last weeks prompt. Have a wonderful day. 🙂

Prevail

We Heart It
We Heart It

We fight for what is right.

We fight for hope of all living kind.

We fight for the right to choose our own destinies.

We fight for life,

And most of all

We fight for love,

But what if it is not enough?

What if, in the end,

What we fight for is not what we thought?

What if the cost is too great?

What if….

In the fight for freedom

We lose that which is most important.

Ourselves.

Do we lay down our arms?

Let those who seek to control

All they see, all they know,

Take what is not rightfully theirs?

In your arms the horrors around us

Cannot touch me.

I am safe for you are my strength,

My soul,

As I am yours.

As long as you are by my side

Together can withstand anything thrown at us.

Misery

Famine

Fire

Loss.

All will crumble into dust.

Hope will win out

And those who oppose us

Will crawl back into the darkness whence they came.

No longer burning with rage

But weak with the despair they sought to give.

We shall rise triumphant.

Our wounds will heal,

Our hearts mend.

We will make sure that those who wish to dominate

Will never again step foot on our land,

Or the hell they wish to descend upon us

Will be returned tenfold,

Because our hope

Our strength

Our love

Will always be stronger.

In the end

We will always prevail.

 

~ © 2013 Heidi Barnes