Brought Back to Life

Microfiction

Tre L. Loadholt
Sep 13 · 1 min read
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Sold into flames, fiery pits sing of the determination of willful souls who know only the battles of their homeland.

Dead then alive, then dead again, human resurrection; phoenixes rising up, resisting the shackles weighing them down. We move to get away from ourselves. We seek peace in other lands — eager to take over other worlds. Will our legs carry us to places unknown?

Temptation comes in two forms; young or old. We crave them both. Is this life’s crown? Are we waiting to be brought back to life while we struggle to live?

Are we?

©2021 Tremaine L. Loadholt

soliloque

A space for my thoughts; both personal and private. Are you listening? Can you hear me?

soliloque

“soliloque” came to me in a dream. It is a space for my thoughts; both personal & private. Are you listening? Can you hear me?

Tre L. Loadholt

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I am more than breath & bones. I am nectar in waiting. “You write like a jagged, beautiful dream.” ©Martha Manning •https://acorneredgurl.com

soliloque

“soliloque” came to me in a dream. It is a space for my thoughts; both personal & private. Are you listening? Can you hear me?