Disclaimer: I do not claim any rights over the Magnificent 7 characters used in this story, which has been written for the joy of writing only (whether it be good writing or no) and for no other purpose (such as monetary gain). The Mag 7 characters/aspects of the story are owned by Trilogy Entertainment Group, the Mirisch Group and MGM.
Comments: A short vignette. Thanks Rachel A.
| To my dearest,
There's a huge old tree on the crest of a hill at the far end of our farm. I'm sitting beneath its heavy branches on a carpet of gold and green leaves thinking of you. I've written pages and pages of words that you will never read. Poured my heart out and rent my soul to a battered journal that neither feels or cares but, at least, doesn't judge. I don't know why I keep writing you letters I'll never send. Perhaps because it brings me closer to you in some way, keeps me from losing altogether. Dignity, hope, pride ? these things have meant nothing without your steady love to bolster my flagging spirit. This journal has kept me from sinking completely into a well of black despair. My husband remains as always, a shell of the man I married. He tries, most days, oh, Lord how he tries but he is broken and lost, and cannot find the path back to me. He had no rope to save him from the well. I had you. We have new hope now, both of us and I know that I won't fall. For my husband? Well, time will tell. I pray every day that he will come back to me, to us. He doesn't know, or tells himself he doesn't, the truth that I see plainly - perhaps he sees only the reflection of the trusting smile of our dear daughter taken from us so cruelly, and doesn't dare to look any further. I wrote you a poem, while planting the new season's crop, and kept it in my head till now. Like this letter, you'll never read it. I couldn't hurt you again. The light is already fading and our precious gift demands my attention - so beautiful, so full of life and light and love. We dance our way through the day, and the pain lessens with each step. I know he'll grow to be as handsome and honorable as his father, and woolly to the bone to boot. I remain as always. Your love, Charlotte |
| I didn't mean to hurt you I only wanted some love A fond smile, a little happiness Anything, to cheer my heart for awhile My life was bleak and cheerless Cold melancholy gnawed at my bones Until I looked into your clear-eyed gaze And knew I could be saved. It was over almost before it could start Only a few stolen moments were mine You left me lost in a loveless marriage Surely nothing on earth could save me now. I put my hope into the earth I tilled Saw my future in the buds of Spring With the ghost of happiness standing an endless guard I buried my love deep inside my broken heart. The seasons have turned again as they do And love has bloomed once more A bonnie blue-eyed babe has come My shattered soul can feel the sun. My life was bleak and cheerless Cold melancholy ate me alive Until I looked into his clear-eyed gaze And knew I had been saved. |