From Ruins Come HopeA Story by Brenda WoodsA fighter at heart; she'll rebuild herself from the wreckage.
From ruins come hope-- in the way her toe twitches, in the gentle bend of a knee; opening, closing, swinging like a door on a hinge. One foot in front of another, one step at a time... for nobody ever said the road to recovery was an easy one.
Nobody ever said it'd be a quick solution. And it feels like torture, doesn't it? The feeling of quick thoughts that her body can't keep up with, a fighting spirit plagued by past horrors, each step forward a tentative one, rooted in cautiousness, mind shrouded in layers of fears. Rebuilding herself is a journey more for her soul than her body. Each day brings her several steps forward. Each night, bad dreams to push her back. One step at a time, like the precarious steps of a fawn, lanky limbs straining, trembling. One step at a time; determination pushing through walls instilled by fears, until the delicate nature of her limp can carry her into loving arms-- and she doesn't feel so helpless anymore. From ruins come hope, from trauma comes strength, from perseverance comes survival. Nothing was ever built in a day; but her toe twitches, her knee bends, careful dedication rebuilding herself, until the day the unsteady motions of a bionic leg can carry her, support her, keep her shaken spirit alive and fighting. And she's stronger than she's ever been. © 2015 Brenda WoodsFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on March 21, 2015 Last Updated on March 21, 2015 Tags: short story, trauma, disability, ptsd, survival, determination, hope AuthorBrenda WoodsAuckland, New ZealandAbout19 year old costume student. I love costumes, cosplay, music and writing. Flute player since 2005, I also play piccolo, guitar and ukulele. Most of my writing tends to be poetry or lyrics/songwriting,.. more..Writing
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