There is a tree in my front yard that I think is the perfect analogy to me.
It’s not been feeling too well lately. Half of it is falling apart, literally. I went outside this morning and found that last night’s storm had broken several limbs, one was as big around as my arm and another as big as my thigh. Believe me when I say that thigh-size log was effing heavy.
Those broken branches are like all the worries and stress I carry around. I don’t want that to break me down, to cause me to lose bits and pieces of myself.
The other half of the tree is sprouting bright green leaves and is trying to fill in the blanks left by its desolate side. It is still fighting to survive. The hardy side of the tree seems to be losing ground in its battle, but it isn’t giving up yet.
I am loathed to have the tree removed, to let its depressed side win.
I’m rooting for the healthy side to go the distance and make a full recovery.
“Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent.” ~ Marilyn vos Savant
This week’s word is:
Fight
What to do:
Using “fight” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.
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I loved Paula’s story. I believe in the magic and majesty of nature. I was rooting for the trees! Thanks, Paula.
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I don’t know how I missed this prompt. Hope I’m not too late. The first thing that popped into my mind my little brother and sister always bickering.
FIGHT
“You’re not the boss of me!” The high pitched yell followed by tears signaled yet another spat between my brother and sister. Her tear streaked face provided physical evidence of their fighting. “She’s cleaning my room. That’s what girls are supposed to do.” His smug grin proclaimed him the winner.
8 years older, I hated being left in charge. Something in me snapped. I yelled, “Really? Really? That’s what girls are supposed to do? You chose the wrong answer for today’s fight, buddy! Boys can clean up their own messes! Now hop to it before Mom and Dad get home!”
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Not too late… that was the wrong thing for him to say. Did he learn his lesson?
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No-one recalled who had created the town’s circular boundary of trees and rocks.
A developer brought in machinery to clear the land; digging under the stones and lacerating the bark of ancient trees.
Then the guardians awoke.
For millennia they had slept, but now their protective chain was under threat.
They rose invisible, ripping chains from saws and mangling the gears of diggers. The workmen fled, their minds filled with unearthly screams and developer pursued by unseen avengers, ran into the river and was washed away.
And the circle of rocks and trees settled, leaving the town safe again.
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I like the idea of nature being the fighting force.
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What a great quote for a wonderful post. Enjoyed reading it.
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