Creative writing about real issues of life.
She is pacing back and forth outside of the historical church doors. It is a cold brisk night with few people moving around. The weather has kept most people inside. The church is empty as the time for churchgoers has long passed.
Now standing facing the church doors the lady is screaming, “Open up! Let me in! Let me in!”. Then her speaking turns into words I do not recognize. She is speaking in tongues. I learned this from a church I use to attend. She starts banging on the door then steps back a few feet and drop to her knees. She bends over so that her head is almost touching the ground. She does not stop screaming. “I know you are in there! Open up!” then more speaking in tongues. Her mystery language is echoing throughout the street.
I paused to examine her. Afraid to get too close. Her wardrobe appears clean and neat so I do not suspect her of being a street girl. What is going on with her? My mind started to wonder what kind of drugs she could be on. What has driven her to this church? Is she mental? Or had she encountered the same monster that I had as a young girl?
Maybe there was a monster inside her. Inside her mind. Agitating her spirit. I sympathized with her. Then I thought. Was this me when I was younger? I wasn’t screaming at the church doors but I was screaming on the inside. My spirit was screaming at the monster. The monster that kept masking my purpose with his seductive manner and perfectly skilled way of speaking.
Freedom of expression lost except for the screams that bellowed into the cold air from this young lady that I did not know but somehow felt connected. She had fallen into the trap.
I watched her with empathy. I could see a figure standing beside her. She and the younger me are now standing outside the church doors cold, emotionless, and contemplating the foolishness of this world and bewildered at how we got here. Why were we screaming with nowhere to go?
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