A Colour Of Hope

A Colour Of Hope

A Story by pia
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there is always hope

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   The sun’s gentle rays touched my skin as I stepped onto the edge. My eyes remained fixed on the horizon that slowly started to merge with those crimson rays, creating a force which softly pulled me closer to the drop. The sky danced to the changing rhythms of glittering evening colours. It swirled along to the blue and yellow like a seraphic canvas.


   As I inched further to the edge of the cliff, I caught a glimpse of God’s painting. A breathless view, content in its own soul while I watched it from above. It had a heart that never stopped beating, and breathed life into all that surrounded it.  I watched the sea flirt with the sand, pulling each helpless grain into its vastness. The sea, once an empty pit, now found tranquility in the waters that completed it. And now, I stood here, on the cliff, looking for something to the fills the gaps placed in my heart. To find an inspiration, perhaps, that would draw back the life that once abandoned me. I was back on my feet. I looked down into the eyes of these clear waters. And then, it was all clear to me. The sky, the land and the sea, all whispered into my ear, and told me to let go. My heart detached itself from my brain and welcomed its new found freedom back. It told me to stop thinking. I shut my eyes and counted to three, and then I jumped.


   I jumped into the endless possibilities and an unfamiliar beginning. I didn’t know what the future held for me after this, but I did know that I left the person I once was behind on that cliff. Was I to live or die, I didn’t care. As long as I was not the person I left behind. I left my problems, my troubles and myself.


   Between the sky, the land and the sea, I fell. The wind caressed its breezy fingers through my hair while guiding my free falling body. For the first time in years, I was at peace. All my insecurities were abandoned, and all my regrets were forgotten. I was a new person emerging, as the wind helped to shed my old skin. I plunged directly into the water and rose back up, floating around, free from the weight of everything. I lived to remember the experience; the experience of thoughtlessness. And this thoughtlessness that gave me a chance to liberate myself, and fling myself into the open; to become a part of God’s painting. And when I looked up into the sky, it had changed its colour into a hopeful green. 


© 2017 pia



Author's Note

pia
in Eastern cultures the colour green symbolizes : hope, rebirth and new beginnings.
and personally it is one of my favourite colours

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Great story Pia. How many people have had that calling at the last minute. Lives broken and gone, seemingly with no hope, but to end it all. But then, that sign. Maybe a voice, strong thought. Who knows. But hope it gives. People change and prosper, and reflect.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

pia

4 Months Ago

Thank you for such a wonderful review Paul !!



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Feels like breathing a fresh air for the first time in a while as I read this. This alone gives me the positivity that we all need to go on with life. Hope often comes to us just when we are about to give it all up. Sometimes it's the only thing that remains to us and the only thing that we actually need.

The color green is also my personal favorite. I always thought it's a refreshing color, and now you just give me a new reason to love it more.. :)

Anyway, very good writing. I love it. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 1 Month Ago


pia

1 Month Ago

Thank you for such a wonderful review
Beautifully written. And I don't say that very often. The way you used description was admirable.

The things we do to change who we are. Leaving everything to chance on a big risk. I guess even if the risk is a folly, and you hit the bottom, you are providing more paint for the next artist. Although, you have so much of it spilling out of you, already.

The whisper of a thrill can shout echos reverberating through your soul, and once again the winds fingers will grace your hair. Enjoyed your story. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 2 Months Ago


pia

2 Months Ago

Your analysis and review appreciated and lovely !!
I enjoyed this journey of hope that fell from the edge
to find the center of meaning. I was afraid for a brief moment that it might not end well until I was buoyed up by the freedom of experience. May all our journeys be so that we may find faith in every moment of surrender.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

pia

2 Months Ago

everyone's afraid of new beginnings and changes
its when they experience it they have a whol.. read more
Great description Pia. Taken literally it appears to be a story of desperation and suicide but I thinks perhaps a metaphor for someone taking the plunge into a new life. There is a strong religious feel about this and I suppose the chance of a new beginning is central to all religions.
Well done.
Alan

Posted 2 Months Ago


pia

2 Months Ago

They say that the birth of the reader is thr death of an author
I made this story very open .. read more
alanwgraham

2 Months Ago

That is a very profound thought
Alan
Wow. It was really an amazing read!
Really loved it. The words you use and expressions you add are really worth reading. Especially some lines really touched my heart. Like,
"I watched the sea flirt with the sand"
Never thought it could be written that way. Still learning. :)
And did I tell you, green is my fav. color too?? *giggles*

Posted 2 Months Ago


pia

2 Months Ago

Omg same its my favourite too !!
Im so glad you liked thisss
Youll learn a lot of way.. read more
NerdyBeauty

2 Months Ago

Ha ha. My friends say that I am so obsessed with the color.
Yep. I have learned many things .. read more
The expression is beautiful. It creates a wonderful imagery. I love how the story flows with such nice expression and also a good twinge of suspense. I read your other writes as well. The abstracts or psychological ones, all only seemed to raise the radar of your creativity. Write more!

Posted 2 Months Ago


pia

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much !!! Ill definitely want to write more with all the motivation !!
This was amazing. So good and so meaningful. It has a liberating feeling. Excellent.

Posted 2 Months Ago


pia

2 Months Ago

thank you so much !!
Sami Khalil

2 Months Ago

You are very welcome.
So powerful and well told... the poem was so melancholy but still held a calm and peaceful tone... I absolutely loved it (and green is one of my favorite colours too:))

Posted 2 Months Ago


pia

2 Months Ago

thank you so much
I should leave this review empty because I'm speechless. There's nothing to say.it speaks for itself.almost perfect.I was immediately lost in your words especially the imagery you create in my head.the color green I think of trees,plants,grass.symbolizing the season of spring.spring equates to something new.a new hope.beautiful.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Brilliantly penned the piece and I really liked it.

Posted 2 Months Ago


pia

2 Months Ago

thank you so much
Priyanshi

2 Months Ago

My pleasure.

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