Sapphire Blue

Originally posted September 25, 2012

Sapphire Blue was as fair as they come with her blue eyes flickering light as a star in the night sky and her cotton-blonde curls licking her face. Never had I known anyone whose name fit them so. None of us could imagine her with another.

Sapphire’s personality was just what one would conjure in the mind upon hearing her name whispered for no one would dare say her name louder, it just wouldn’t do.

Being in her presence was a gift not to be thrown aside but cherished and adored. All fell under her mesmerizing spell… all but one.

That one was Mourning Song. She, being the polar opposite of Ms. Blue, was shunned and lonely for which she blamed Sapphire. Her disposition was as dark as her name. Her feature were unknown as she always wore a black cape with a hood concealing them.

These two had been best of friends as children tend to be. As the story goes, one dark damp day, Mourning Song was afflicted with a terrible disease that took away her childhood in every form. Until that time, she was known as Morning Song. Her heart was darkened with self-pity and anger as she believed all her misfortune came from Sapphire’s lack of caring for her. Sapphire could not visit her while she was ill due to the risk of also becoming ill.

This was the one sadness Sapphire held in her heart even now, the loss of their friendship for when Morning was better she would not let Sapphire see her. This is when she became Mourning Song. Sapphire wept and begged that they might return to their friendship. She did not care what her friend looked like; she only cared that their connection was lost.

So Sapphire went her way and created a place of joy for everyone around her and only thought of the sadness in the quiet of solitude. She never stopped hoping her childhood friend would return.

Mourning grew increasingly sadder and her only joy was in making others around her miserable.

Each of us holds within our hearts the joy of Sapphire and the misery of Mourning. We choose daily which we will let win the struggle inside us. I strive to be Sapphire more than Mourning. And you?

 

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Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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