Stories I’ve Written

House of Sorrow
Promise lived in the house of Sorrow.
She’d been there longer than she wanted.
Tears burned here and
the silence echoed.
She slept under blankets of pain.
She carried the weight of memories around all day.
She worked hard for Sorrow, but Sorrow never seemed to be finished.
She wanted to leave this place.
She called Justice to her, to plead her cause.
“Its not fair” she cried
“No,” Justice said sadly “It is not fair”
Promise waited for Justice to act, but he stood solemnly still.
“Its not fair” she cried louder.
Justice just shook his head.
Promise sat down and pulled her pain around her.
She felt suffocated from the weight of it.
The liar danced by her window.
“Justice, why can he dance?” she asked mournfully.
“The dance of fools is always a merry one” Justice said.
Promise thought hard about what Justice had said.
“He is broken in a different way?” she asked realizing the truth Justice had shared.
Justice smiled and took Promise by the hand.
He led her outside into a garden where she saw herself.
“Thats me” she cried.
Justice touched his finger to his lips
“This is your future” he whispered.
Promise saw herself bathed in light and holding on to the hand of the most beautiful person she had ever seen.
“Thats Wisdom” Justice said.
“You met him through Sorrow”
Promise face fell
“I didn’t like Sorrow” she said.
“Few are able to let Sorrow work with them, they resist her and avoid her calls,but the end result is this”
Justice raised his arms indicating the beautiful garden they were standing in.
“What is this place?” Promise asked suddenly aware of the beauty surrounding her
“This is your soul, Sorrow helped you design it”
Justice took her hand and led her back into the house.
It didn’t seem as dark as it had before and the memories felt so much lighter.
Promise smiled at Justice.
“At first I thought you didn’t care” Promise said remorsefully.
Justice patted her on the back.
“Its okay Promise,” he said “My work is a lot like Sorrow’s,
only evident over time when all the pieces come together”
Promise saw the Liar again dancing in the distance.
her heart did not ache as badly as before.
“Justice, what will happen to him?” she asked.
Mercy stepped into the room.
Her presence was warm and light.
Justice looked surprised.
“Promise called me” Mercy said softly.
Justice broke into a huge smile.
“The Liar lives in his own prison”
Promise said realizing it for the first time.
“Its not less than he deserves” Promise reasoned.
“No” Justice agreed
“I wish him free” Promise said softly
Mercy nodded her head and suddenly
they were all standing back in that beautiful garden Justice had shown her.
The house of Sorrow had disappeared and joy and peace surrounded her like clouds.
Forgiveness welcomed her through the gates.
Promise began to dance.
She danced with Wisdom and Grace.
Forgiveness and Mercy watched happily.
Another broken promise had found her way home.
By Radonna L Hill

The Ocean and the Moon

I feel you ….said the ocean to the moon.
You bewitch me so.
The Ocean pounded purposefully against the shore.
The moon smiled sadly
her argent prism danced softly in the air.
The ocean rolled greedily to capture the light.
her waves reaching as high as they could reach.
Ever constant Earth reminded the ocean of where she belonged.
“But Mother” the Ocean cried “My Beloved is in the sky”
Mother Earth held tightly as ocean pounded her sorrow on the sand.
“If I let you go, all will be lost” Mother Earth whispers
So great the oceans need she roared her fury, rising higher and higher.
Need does not supersede destiny.
The Moon sought to assuage the Oceans pain.
“I alone witness clandestine lovers seeking shadow the night provides, and
I am not bereft of longing.”
Purpose is greater than pleasure.
The Ocean still did not understand
The stars shone brightly around the moon.
The Ocean wished desperately to be a star.
Century’s came and went; however;
the reaching had grown playful and she danced in the shimmering light.
She did not need to touch the moon, to know the moon was there.
The Moon was happy and shone brightly upon the Ocean.
“Love has many forms” said Mother Earth. “It is not limited to being fulfilled
or defined by its manifestation”
“Love is constant and unchanging needing no intention.”
The Ocean understood, happily she embraced the fish that swam in her deep,
the life her existence provided. She knew her purpose.
Wise with time, the Ocean was at peace with her destiny,
but through all infinity she never stopped reaching for the moon.
By Radonna Hill

Full Circle

I danced in the garden with sun made ribbons in my hair
flowers crushed beneath my feet releasing natures perfume.
Gravity was lazy
My steps were light
My thoughts spun with wonder.
I saw her sitting under a willow tree.
Dirty garments and hallow eyes.
Her misery repulsed me.
I closed my eyes and looked away.
There was no room for sadness here.
I danced further beyond my dreams,
and into a summer rain.
The sky grew dark and threatening.
The ground begin to shake
Thunder echoed into my soul
my heart shattered.
I woke up lost
desperately searching for my garden
the storm had led me so far off the path.
My legs became wooden
each step harder than the one before.
Still I searched to find my way home.
Hope became faded with each dead end.
I walked in circles.
I could remember dancing, but I could no longer hear the song.
I had given up when my feet found familiar ground.
I could not laugh or smile.
I collapsed beneath the Willow tree.
A lifetime had passed since I had left.
A vision danced towards me
bathed in sunlight
her musical laugh
I remembered what I’d lost.
Our eyes locked
She quickly looked away.
I did not belong in her garden.
By Radonna Hill


Long after the music stopped, and the lights went out,
Memory sat in darkness.
She was not afraid, the night was not unkind.
She tried to stand, but was too weary.
A light shone in the distance.
She knew she must go. She just did not know how.
She noticed pinned to her clothes were trinkets she had picked up along her journey.
They are awfully heavy, she thought.
One by one she started to unpin them.
She discarded them by importance.
Anger was the heaviest, so she pulled it off first.
Encouraged by how much lighter she felt she pulled off another.
Fear came next followed by Bitterness.
She gladly pulled off Desperation and Need.
Expectations had several little disappointments attached to it.
Memory was amazed, when she threw it down she was suddenly able to stand.
Her steps were slow and hesitant as she walked towards the light.
The others were harder to choose from.
She held on a while before she let dreams slip through her fingers.
Ambition, Desire, Happiness,
She was so sure she may need those things.
Joy, Faith, Patience, Peace.
They had always served her so well.
She arrived at the light holding only Love, and Hope.
“You can only keep one” she was told.
Memory turned around and looked down the path she had traveled.
She looked at all the things that use to matter and the things that she had carried that had not.
Without further hesitation Memory tossed hope with all the others.
Pulling her shoulders back she walked forward with ease,
as if she was floating on air.
Love glowed warm against her chest as she became the light and the light became her.
Everything else was left forgotten.
By Radonna Hill

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