Broken But Not Beyond RepairA Story by Connie HowellA short story about a boy/man who became addicted to drugsThere once was a man who once was a boy lost
in the wilderness. For thirty years he wandered from dark place to darker
denser void. Dead to his family who could neither find nor reach him he
stumbled through the bracken with no compass to help him find his way back
home. Often was the time that family called to him
with no response. Regrets and sorrow their companions until the time came when
they no longer cried out in despair, hope abandoned, with only a glimmer left
from time to time. Prayers sent out for this lost and lonely boy, not knowing
if they would be heard or answered. Cruel though life was both the boy and the
family survived each in their own way. Thoughts of the boy put aside only
surfacing around birthdays and Christmas. All efforts to search for him gone,
while day to day life called them to be present without looking back. Dreams’
sometimes reminding them of what was gone, and of what could have been. Hearts
covered over with stitches to keep the wound from gaping open. In the wilderness the boy growing to a man had
all but forgotten who he was, living under an illusion that he was someone else
and that he belonged in the wilderness, and yet something stirred within him
every so often and made him want to reach out, but he had forgotten the language
of the normal world and couldn’t make himself heard or understood and the
family didn’t know how to speak the sounds of the wilderness, which to them was
a wild and desolate place that they couldn’t and did not want to enter. It
frightened them and they knew that people that lived in the wilderness knew
only darkness. And yet one day someone came across the boy
who was now a man and helped him gradually come out of his dark universe and
showed him that there was light, and with their help and a lot of time he once
again re-entered the normal world and though it was hard to adjust, he began to
realise that he had a family who had been longing for his return. Step by step they became acquainted and
tentatively they walked towards each other and although the boy who was a man
was broken, he was still able to be repaired and with love and understanding
his days of drug filled stupor were now behind him instead of in front and, though fragile he had the will and the strength to leave the wilderness behind. © 2023 Connie Howell |
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Added on March 3, 2023 Last Updated on March 3, 2023 AuthorConnie HowellWentworth Falls, NSW, AustraliaAboutI am the author of several non fiction books and my new poetry book is called Soul Deep more..Writing
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