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The Great Had A Name

“I had a name.” Tears fall. “I had everything, yet nothing at all. I had breathe.  I had blood pumping through me. I had warmth to my skin. I had hair that would grow. I had . . . life. I had acids in my stomach to digest what I had for breakfast. I had finger and toe nails to be cut. I had a pulse. But now . . . I don’t.”

“Did someone take these . . . qualities from you?”

“No, I took them from myself.”

Tears fall.

“But I’m still able to cry. I wasn’t suppose to be able to cry.”

Stares off in the distance, then comes back to whatever reality this is.

“I was suppose to lose everything, but my name, and I was okay with that. Truly I was. But I lost my name. I was suppose to lose all the bad. But I lost . . . everything,” said shaking.

“What were you to gain?”

“Everything. I had to lose everything to gain even more. I was to gain greatness. I ask you, what is the difference between good and great? The notoriety of it. I want to be notorious.”

Tears fall.

“But can I? Am I able to anymore?”

For a lack of better words, breathes deeply, even though there is no more breathing.

“If I have no name, what will they call me when I am great? The Great one? But I am not he. The Great? Of what I ask? Who am I?” Stretching out the words.

“They will call you by your name.”

“What name is that? A name makes a person. I am no one, nothing, unless I have a name.”

“Your new name is, ‘The Great Had A Name.’ For then they will have know what you have lost and will follow you because they have lost their’s as well.”

“But they lost their’s to others. I – somehow – took mine. Will they follow me then?”

“No one has to know.”

“But I will know. I will be lying. I wasn’t suppose to be able to.”

“Just be glad you can, The Great Had A Name.”

“It has a ring to it doesn’t?”

“Go be notorious.”

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Truly

What is it like to breathe? What is it like to love? What is it like to to touch? What is it like to hear? What is it like to taste? What is it like to see? What is it like to run? What is it like to try? What is it like to read? What is it like to fly? What is it like to do? What is it like to be?

It is utterly and completely unique to each and every person, experience is the only option. But that’s the hardship, you HAVE to experience it.

You have to struggle to breathe, to TRULY breathe. You have to be hurt to TRULY love. You have to be burned to TRULY touch. You have to hear crying of agony to TRULY hear. You have to taste bitterness to TRULY taste.

You have to see

hurt

hunger

pain

poverty

death

to TRULY see.

You have to fall to TRULY run. You have to have a need to TRULY try. You have to have an imagination to TRULY read. You have to let go of gravity to TRULY fly. You have to be able to TRULY do. You have to have purpose to TRULY be.

Truly, I tell you.