I missed Five-Minute Friday with Gypsy Mama, but I liked the prompt, so I'm going to do it anyway. I'm not gonna link up, but it's basically writing for 5 minutes, no stopping, no editing, no back tracking, just writing. The prompt: Beyond
Beyond the prison of my body is the real me. Beyond the four walls of my house and the 30 acres of nothing that surrounds me. I'm out there. In my heart, in my soul....I'm out there. I'm not here. But I am. I can't GET beyond.
Oh but how I wish I could. I long for the days when I could go beyond the back door. When I could work, and go out and stay up beyond 9 o'clock.
My mind goes beyond. My mind is still the same. It's only my physical body that is stuck. But it starts to effect the mind. It's the ultimate betrayal.
My husband goes beyond every day. He goes out the door, beyond the mailbox, beyond the driveway, the corner, the vet, the grocery store, and to work. He goes beyond the small town we live outside of for conferences and meetings and lunches. He could care less. He wouldn't mind staying within.
But how I long for beyond. Just out of reach. Just over the ledge....Just....beyond.