BittersweetThe rain fell all around her. She didn’t know what to do. She was so alone, so lost.Bittersweet by crossoversaremylife
Her heart beat in her chest as she walked down the lonely road. It was the middle of the night and the hope of escaping her pain was forgotten. She just wanted to go home.
She felt light headed. She had been walking for so long. The rain seeped through her clothes and sent shivers down her spine. She was so cold. All she wanted to do was sit down and cry. Cry until her nose was red and her heart was light.
She kept walking. She passed the library where she spent all her hours, reading of far off lands where no one is ever alone. She passed the ice cream shop where all the people who never spoke to her went on dates. She kept walking until she reached the house where she grew up. She leaned against a tree to rest and started thinking.
She thought about her family. The father who is old and broken in more ways than just physically. The mother who tried so hard to keep their family together. The lit
River Valley LifeA Day in the Life of NilaRiver Valley Life by crossoversaremylife
It is just as the Mother Goddess is raising the sun that Atok and I wake from our slumber. I wish we could sleep longer but that is not the way of the world. I rise slowly from the simple carpet we sleep upon and use my hands to straighten out my knee-length skirt. I grab some of my favorite jewelry and put it on. I am wearing a simple necklace made of silk and tiny blue beads with a matching bracelet. I’m not going anywhere today so there is no reason to wear any of my gold bangles or expensive pendants.
Behind me, my husband Atok is putting on his work robe. My mother made it for him as a wedding gift when we were married. The flax used to make it was grown in our yard and my mother spent hours picking it before weaving the comfortable clothing. She made it a plain beige color so that if he gets clay on it, it won’t show.
Atok is a respected potter in Mohenjo-Daro, the place we live. He runs a large shop with many workers. His job is t
AliveAliveAlive by crossoversaremylife
Silent and still tree
uncovered and abandoned;
What keeps you alive?