Speak now or forever hold your peace.
We’ve all heard that statement in movies and reality, spoken so many times and mostly in good humor. But what happens, when those few words decide to make an appearance in the movie of our life, but not in a comic role.
How do we decide, if speaking up when our ring is about to become another’s is better than holding our peace and silence- forever. How do we weigh it? Is there even a scale for that.
How do we decide if destroying another’s fairytale is worth saving our own. Does the end justify the means in this secenerio?
What If? God forbid, what if, we weigh the odds and conclude that forever is too long a time for us to hold our peace, we muster the courage, speak the words of our heart, and they fall only on the ears of its recipient but not his heart. Would it be worth it then?
Or should we stick to mama’s saying- if he really wants you, he’d come running back even if he’s about to say I do. And if he doesn’t, no one wants a coward anyway.
But what if we wait, and- he doesn’t?
I want you to remember this-
Life is filled with
Left and right,
Coloured or dull,
Yes or no.
We have the options,
To make a choice-
In our decisions.
But just as the sun,
has little to say,
In the matter of rainfall.
And the moon,
regardless of it’s stance,
Night will fade to day,
There is little you can do,
when another chooses-
A different pathway.
And we can get swallowed,
In the never ending scenarios,
Of what could I have done;
Or we can rise,
With the knowledge-
Everyone makes their decision,
Good or bad…
And most times,
No matter what we do,
Say or preach-
They’d still make the same choices,
Prompt: Life. This poem is response to December Poetry challenge, 31 poems in 31 days (and yes I am two days behind 🙈).
The above picture is Courtesy of Whisper.com
Peering out her room window, Ella’s heart raced faster as she noticed a silver camaro parked at the left end of her building. In a few minutes, the calm that enveloped Main Street books apartment would be disrupted and all because of her. She felt a lump rise in her throat at that thought.
Ella grabbed a bubble gum, unwrapped and chewed on it in order to dissuade her attention from the drama she was about to unleash. But what did they expect? That she’d go quietly with a marriage that she was uncomfortable with?
Since the passage of her parents, Ella feared Nana thought she was a burden but never did she think Nana would dash her off without her consent. There was only two weeks left and…
The sound of a horn catapulted Ella from her thoughts. The time for her freedom had arrived. The question on her mind wasn’t should she? But rather, could she? Could she runaway, escape?
This is my Submission to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers. Word count: 162 words. To participate, just click on the link and it’ll take you there. 🙂