Reversal by Jeff D. Richey

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What if it was all different?

What if those life changing moments could be done over again?

Would you do it?

What if time could be reversed?

What if you could go back and say what was really in your heart?

Would you say it?

What if certainty were no longer certain?

What if a second chance were just as possible today if you tried?

Would you try it?

What if the world could be turned upside-down?

Would you allow it?

I think so.

Do you?

A small un-natural feeling by Jeff D. Richey

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“Can you feel it?”

“Yeah!”

“It’s strange.”

“No, it’s like waves. I can feel it all over me.”

“We shouldn’t have come here.”

Two teenagers stand in the middle of a field looking up at the stars. The indention in the ground on which they stand is a perfect circle.

“I don’t think they will ever come back.”

“I pray they will.”

Both reach to the sky. “Come back! Come back!”

No one hears, today.

But they will…

And they’ll feel this way again.

My Take by Jeff D. Richey

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My take on all the political turmoil. There’s a truth that has been spoken in different ways, many times, over time, and people still haven’t learned. If you want to change someone’s mind, be the kind of person that can be respected, and that can be trusted, and can be heard. You may not change another person’s heart, but it’ll be amazing how you change your own.

Seizure by Jeff D. Richey

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I laid in bed, my face pointed against the dark corner of the wall. My hair was meshed into the pillow with the heat and sweat of slumber. It was 4 a.m. as it blinked on the alarm. The table on which the alarm sat felt so far from me; the illuminated numbers were the only light in the darkness. The blinking stopped and there was stillness, blackness. I moved my body so that I could feel my skin. I held my hands flat against the bed, and stared. Nothing.

Then there peaked a light from above. Among the shadowy swirls that had formed from the tricks of my eyes and imagination something beyond took notice of me, and it opened what can only be described as a door. Yes, through that door, there was a light and a being. I deeply inhaled; my voice would not release. I wondered if I simply rolled my body if I could fall to the floor, and I could reach the door, which would lead to the safety of the next room – to the safety of the blessed bedroom hall light!

Then, I screamed. No, there was a scream. Hands were shaking, yelling for me to awaken as my teeth ground into my gums. The hideous being was still above me, and it began falling from the luminescence; it grew larger above, arms and legs and eyes.

My body shook, convulsed, I didn’t want to look toward the light and the evil, but, if I turned, I felt pain, gnashing nails at the corners of my arms, at my belly.

It was falling faster and faster – faster and faster. The sweat and the pain and the voices. I wrenched. Faster and faster! No!

And then I awoke, abruptly. My body trembling. My eyes tired. And I heaved from the sensation of weight on my chest. I looked up above.

“You’re okay. We’re almost there. Stay with me.”

Sirens blared. My salvation was there, salvation from it. My escape…a brief, yet welcome, sanctuary from what came toward me in the night, what always comes toward in the dreadful darkness.

Empty Cup by Jeff D. Richey

That cup sits in the same place where I put it two days ago, yet I can’t move it. I had pulled it down for my coffee when I heard the noise outside. I live at a crossroads in my neighborhood that is close to the fire station. It didn’t occur to me at the moment that the sirens were unusually close. I sat that cup down and peeked through the kitchen blinds, not expecting to see anything.

I had no idea how fast I could move.

There she was, having never left the drive. Slumped.

Will I ever be the same? How could this be? My empty cup.

Little Moments by Jeff D. Richey

I sit still at times, and I think about life’s moments.

Hot flashes wash over my body some of those times.

And I will remember moments that built who I am now.

Sometimes I fill with gratefulness, others more with regret.

 

It’s then that I curl in and out to release the tensions of those moments.

And I cry out to release reverently all that is the awfulness of life.

I wake up and purposefully remember who got me through it all.

And I head-high walk forward humming a peaceful, lovely, loverly, simple tune.