Tisha Deutsch is one of my favorite people, though, as is the case with most of you, we have only met in the playground that is A Word with You Press.
And why is she so special? Because Tisha has the absolutely perfect excuse not to write: she is raising about seven adopted kids. (Tish, I do hope in the comment box you will give folks a link to your FB or website)
And Yet, Tisha has found time to write something for our contest, and I darned good entry at that. Welcome back my dear! Glad we’re all getting reunited!
Here is her entry into our contest You Didn’t Write That
Writing to Hold On
It wasn’t their fault.
They couldn’t see her. Not for who she was. Not in a way that was real.
So they tread upon her life, marking out territory.
Tearing into the hallowed places, staking claim while passing through, they invaded,
consumed, expected. Devouring her every thought, her ambition, her vision.
What once belonged to someone else, to a woman as full and vivid as each of them,
became most exclusively theirs.
Spending her like currency, they took what they required.
Thriving, gaining ground, eager to soar, they grew.
Fading, she diminished in their wake.
They couldn’t be blamed. It was their nature.
Thick with oblivion, what they failed to realize were the hidden pieces of her, buried
underneath the barrage of demands, still lingering beneath the surface,
begging to be recalled.
Painfully aware they could slip through her fingers with each passing year, she clung
to those pieces, desperate to hold on to the person she once knew. Herself.
The words flooded her mind. The tears wet her keyboard.
When she typed, she remembered. So she wrote.
“You didn’t write that, did you?”
Flushed, she replied, “yes, I did.”
“It’s really good, mom.”
“Thank you, baby.”
Thanks for this Tisha, and by all means post it on your facebook, and invite your friends to leave comments on our site.
Maybe even enter the contest themselves?