Cherice's Pieces

Bombarded by a steady stream of data, demands, and decisions, she felt fragmented—uncertain of herself and even less certain of her place in the current universe. She wished that a pause button would induce a state of suspended animation, creating a conceptual place outside the fabric of space-time where she could recompose herself. In that space she would collect and consider pieces of herself. She would sift, sort, synthesize, reshape, and revise her thoughts, her life, and herself there.

Saturday, April 30, 2005

Transfer

She couldn't do the transformations between contexts because she didn't know enough about the fundamental elements of the equations.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Sacrifice

A lifetime of longing . . .
Filled!

Joyous existence
Discovered,
Tortured,
Relinquished.

The longing and the loss
The aching and the echoing
Of crystal teardrops
Shattering . . . . . . . . . . . .
Shards on the floor of an empty soul.

(Cherice Montgomery, April 12, 2005)