A cloudy yellow and pink shield fit tightly over my eyes. It was dark, but the light shone through what I assumed to be a thin layer of something around me. I could feel the bottom stirring; the container was shifting underneath me. Head tucked downwards, legs bunched up; I was crouched in a fetal position. The pink and yellow was so warm, I didn’t want it to go away. She knew it was time and without words she told me. I knew I should trust her judgment. Father trusted her.
I imagine to the unknowing eye, I would have looked strange from the outside. At the time I did not know of course, what the outside was. I did not know there was an outside to begin with. Still to the curious passerby I was only a bud. A small seed that grew in front of the all seeing eyes of the forest. From a tiny seed that flourished into what some would say was a giant bud that would soon be in bloom. The leaves around me were ready to part and separated down their seams.
My home was moving and I saw that the comfort of the pink and yellow began to fade away. I felt a great sadness inside knowing the only comfort I knew was leaving me. It was impossible to move in the shell, but I felt the top parting around my shoulders and falling to the ground around me like an orange being peeled apart. My body slid with the falling leaves and I was still on the ground. The bud had bloomed and inside was only me. I was the flower; I suppose you could call me that. The yellow and pink was now only liquid that held once held me airborne inside the bud. It was a hindrance now, sticky and strong, wrapping itself around my fragile twig legs. I laid my head back and felt the coolness of the grass on the back of my head and ears. I was still deaf and blind for the first few moments but noticed that the yellow began to return. Although now it stung my eyes and made them flutter open and closed furiously. For something that had never seen before, the first time seeing anything was extremely overwhelming.
I rolled to my stomach, twig legs somehow scooting underneath me. My head felt so heavy I could barely carry it. When my eyes did open, I saw a great mass of blue set out in front of me. It was motionless and hummed with the noise of insects. I rolled my eyes from left to right, panning the view from the hill I was perched on. Great trunks with speckles of green covering them were everywhere. I imagined the great trunks as large legs to great deer that reached into the sky but would later find out they were only trees. From these trees little dots of green fell before me. While being entranced by one falling near me, I barely noticed that the warmness of my previous home was fading away and that the bud that once carried me for months began to shrivel up and disappear.
Before mother and father, I braced myself. I pushed my long limbs out behind me and out in front, attempting to lift myself from the grass. I was up for a moment, grinning and breathing a heavy sigh of relief when I felt my front legs wobble and my chest fell to the ground. Who knew being mobile was so difficult. I turned to look at the presence of my parents behind me. They stared at me longingly, pushing me in spirit to try again. This time, one front leg at a time, I was up on my feet. With that, the last of my birth pod disappeared into the ground like vines slithering away into a hole.
I began to miss it for an instant, but noticed a tiny little green stalk beginning to grow. It was quick, and formed a tiny little seed. A new bud was being created right under my feet. Steadying myself, I turned to face my body towards my parents and approached them. They were so powerful without doing anything, saying anything. I looked up into their great eyes, wondering why they had shoved me into this scary new world. Of course, that was for me to figure out. The statues pulsated without a sound, it was the same feeling I had felt moments before being brought into this world. It felt wonderful and it gave me the courage to turn away and face the wide open forest.
With what felt like a small nudge from behind, I took my very first steps into the forest.
“You are ready.”
PS: I don't really know what this is. It's 2 in the morning and somehow I wrote this. I was completely inspired by the song on Laruna's blog about her deer. If you don't understand the story at all I don't blame you, I'm terrible with imagery.
Basically it's my interpretation of the birthing process when new fawns join the forest.
Wow, Jen. ;__; This is absolutely beautiful... and so incredibly moving. I don't know what it is, but it reminds me of the forest perfectly... ethereal, light, and vivid, earthy colors. <3 Your imagery is wonderful. The line that made me pause for a moment was: "When my eyes did open, I saw a great mass of blue set out in front of me. It was motionless and hummed with the noise of insects." I love that description.. <3
Thank you all for your comments on my work! I was pleasantly surprised to come home to such lovely feedback. Faunet, Seele, and Ravynn, thank you so much for reading!
Laruna, I am happy you didn't feel I stole your song! Somehow I started listening to it and it all came together. <3 I am thrilled that you don't mind my immature writing style. I do love to write, even if I am not half as good as some of the people here. *deernuzzles*
Aww, thank you! I don't write very often because I've never gotten much feedback on my work (which is usually poems, but this time I tried a short story). All these comments are boosting my writing confidence!
Aw Jen, you have no idea how much it means to me that you enjoyed the music on the blog, and were inspired by it. <3 I second more writing from you as well, of any kind. (:
This is beautiful, I'm a very picky reader and it's hard to find something I can read all the way through but this hit the spot. Your imagery is well molded, this whole story is well written. Lovely. c:
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My goodness you are quick!
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48 reads, one comment. Well,
I love it.
Wow, Jen. ;__; This is
p.s.: -deernuzzles-
Really loved reading this..
I really enjoyed reading
Thank you all for your
Laruna, I am happy you didn't feel I stole your song! Somehow I started listening to it and it all came together. <3 I am thrilled that you don't mind my immature writing style. I do love to write, even if I am not half as good as some of the people here. *deernuzzles*
No words. Seriously. *Thumbs
Seriously.
*Thumbs up*
You need to write more ;3
Aww, thank you! I don't write
Aw Jen, you have no idea how
Your writing is beautiful,
Laruna, my writing is so
Ephra, thank you so much! Your writing it a big inspiration to me
I really like this.
I like the idea, the writing, and especially the music! ^^
The world is quiet here.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Simply... beautiful...
Reminds me of the circle of life... x3
This is beautiful, I'm a very
Ocean, thank you! I don't
BambooKirin, thank you! Maybe I will write a circle of life series or something... hmmm...
Thank you Tally! That sure makes me happy to hear that, especially since you are a picky reader!