“The View from Here”
Fiction. Based on a True Realization.
By Bry LeBerthon
This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional
its beautiful to be alive. gut wrenching and painful, tearful and heavy, but here we stand, in the center of the stars, gazing at the sky and trying to understand the scattered punctuation of their fire.
she begins to understand: to sob until your shoulders ache, lightheaded and hazy, to take someone else’s suffering into your own chest, to allow rage to burn bright and consume your hollowed heart, to love until you are numb and lost within yourself, to feel, to feel, to feel is what it is to live.
tonight she doesn’t know who she is. she is lost among people different and alike, wandering along the cracks that roots make in solid concrete, pulled closer to the earth and to the sun. she knows not if she is here nor there, awake or asleep, holy or evil, but she is not alone.
she will find herself, tucked not between the folds and waves of the sea, projected not into sunbeams and starlight, woven not between the grass and trees, but in her own atoms and veins.
she will spend her life searching, and one day she herself will be there at the end of her path, arms open and smiling, the lover she has yearned for all along. she is not here yet, but she is coming. she can feel her own fingertips brush against her.
as she gazes up at the sky, eyes glassy and hands outstretched, supine and searching, she will come to herself.
and she will be coming home.