doorway to abandoned home

I remember the day you carried me over that threshold. You held my heart in your hands, my love and my dreams.

We promised in sickness and in health. The sickness came so hard and quick.

The rains stopped falling and the earth blew away, taking all our hopes along with it. The desolation seeped into your soul, and your spirit dried up like so many acres of farmland.

I tried to make our home an oasis for you in this desert. I just couldn’t hold back the inevitable. Our love, desiccated from lack of attention, blew away too.

We promised ’til death do us part. Hope is gone and will never cross our threshold again.

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Submitted to Weekly Photo Challenge. The theme is to, “share a photo that captures the threshold…”

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

16 thoughts on “Threshold

  1. I started to cry…for the loss of Hope and happiness.
    Optimism is such a strong force, I try to hold onto it with both hands no matter who tries to rip it from my clutches.

    as always, your writing was beautiful.


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