Passages
When did the key turn, opening the door, baring expectations, dreams, memories, unfulfilled, like a hope chest barren? The spoils of living, she possesses none. On sunshiny days, life glittering gold, laughter spilling, she wanders, an uneasy adult-child, how, how did it slip away?
Sascha Darlington
Uneasy adult-child – wow! So apt. Excellent
like a hope chest barren…..oh that is such a depressing line! Almost visceral….I can feel the expectations draining.
I’ve always thought that old fashioned idea of a “hope chest” an interesting one. And if I recall correctly, only females had hope chests….the boys just went about their life, living and doing.
I like your description of the transition to adulthood: “an uneasy adult-child”
I think we never notices until it’s too late… like keeping water in a sieve
Oh how it slips. This has worked in me a bit.
When did the key turn, opening the door, – I like this Sascha, a premise to something enigmatic in a personality