Pieces of The Circle
References to real people, events, establishments or places are intended to only provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously.
“Your life is like an empty book, with pages still unwritten, each day you fill another page.”
May this story encourage every young girl who still has an unwritten book, pages yet to fill and a life yet to be lived, and may it inspire women who think that their pages have already been filled, their books written, and their lives lived. May they realize that there are always new chapters or even sequels just waiting to be written and life still waiting to be lived…
It was 1973, the summer of her sixteenth year, when secrets were still kept in little locked journals and the words that filled the pages were just fantasies of what she hoped for. Images of a house with a family, behind a little white picket fence danced through Keri’s head as she wrote, pouring out her dreams in way of poetry.
She was sure that she wanted to be a writer and would stay up late into the wee hours of the night slowly filling each page with raw and corny poetry, waiting for her innocent prayers to be answered, for her Prince Charming to come and, whisk her away into the life she was so sure that she was meant to have.
That old book had since, been packed away for dozens of years, still holding all of those dreams. Keri had since grown up and so much of life had happened in-between.
Years later, while going through storage boxes in her attic, the book was discovered again by Keri, the girl, who was not so young anymore, nor hopeful or optimistic. Now much wiser and a little more tired and worn out, she held the book close and slowly opened it, breathing in hints of yesterday, flipping through the pages now yellowed with age. The memories flooded her heart and seemed to blindside her with a force she had not been prepared for.
And then the story…. Her memories inside the book….