Descriptive Essay About My Mother

I’m bound into a vicious cycle of obscurity so deep that the choice was luminous. I seem less than myself, but at the same time, I can feel relaxed- even self-righteous, believing that I, a mere mortal, am immanent within this existing plane… And, I ask, Why must we face reality and not become lost in the gray abyss of our mind when it returns to the dawn of darkness from whence it came? Truly, it is comforting there…

Towards the end of my life, I have had a considerable amount of time to think, and most often, my mind wanders back to the past: my past. Sometimes, I remember the broken woman who watched her screaming child be wrenched from her arms to live with a stranger she had stolen a lifetime from. Other times, I can recall being the loving mother and wife, whose whole entire world consisted of Lucy, Tom, and their secluded island. But if I try hard enough, I can imagine the sweet, naïve teenage girl who frolicked among seagulls; the girl who had the courage to ask a man whom she barely knew to kiss her. Now, as the cancer consumes whatever is left of me, little by little, I wonder what became of that innocent girl, who had lost her beloved brothers

The darkness is slowly scaring me making me feel overwhelmed. I can’t see anything. I feel suffocated and musty with all these boxes stocked next to me and on top of me. I’ve been here for so long and I feel so hopeless and useless. Then suddenly a bright light shines on me and I finally feel free from this very comfortless home. I wish someone would open this lid on top of me so I can breath in fresh air. But here I am staying strong and just patiently waiting. Then suddenly, I am lifted, opened, and place on top of a flat surface. I feel so nervous. I am hearing human voices. My wish is granted. It is my time, and I am free!

“Hello” I shout. “Anybody there” I yell into the darkness. My voice echoes far into the darkness of the world beyond. I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know who I am. Each day I sit here calling out into the dark hoping to see the light. I am trapped. I travel each and every hour searching for light or a means to escape this perilous abyss. I wait for the light to reappear each day, small slivers of light at first. But, eventually the bright gleaming rays of light pierce the abyss.

The vast city reoccupies my thoughts. I shudder at the recollection. Thinking to myself, maybe this time will be the time, maybe it will finally work. Perhaps the beyond will engulf me and I will no longer be stuck in this torturous cycle of never ending dis pare. Stuck in this endless system, darkness to darkness. What is left to hope

Steeping in my hurt, my resentment, and the remnants of who I used to be.

Moving across the room I pressed my face against the bedroom window; the glass was cool to the touch. With eyes closed, I pictured myself going through that window, and tumbled down to the parking lot below. Then something pulled me back into the room; the music that flowed through the walls drew me back. The first few notes of ‘Stairway to Heaven’ found their way into my ears, and in that instant, it all made sense. Everything. I knew the meaning of life at that exact moment.

I sensed I was in a foreign place, an intentional destination, but I didn’t feel any concern or reservation about being in this strange, new environment. The brightness was all around me, even under my feet, and seemed more than mere illumination; the light seemed alive. The brilliance had a presence and unique energy of its own. Though I was not really thinking of why this radiance was any different from familiar earthly light, somehow this foreign sensory seemed natural to me, and I felt the assurance that everything was okay.

It was a great bright summer afternoon in the woods. The only ones that were there was me and my mind left there to sit and ponder on the old wooden tree stump. The stump belonged to an old oak tree that used to rise above all the other trees in the woods but it does that no longer. The air was cool but it mixed together with warm sun creating a zone that the temp was just right. As I sat on the stump I thought about what was around me, what I heard, what I could feel. I felt at peace so at peace that I almost lost myself in what felt like a different reality one without thought one without worries. The birds sang around me along with the trees leaves dancing in the wind... it all was in a way putting me in some sort of trans. Everything was

It felt like drowning, a complete strange world full of extraordinary things, every person in that world were lost, some of the faces looks so familiar, I was worried about what’s going to happen next? Where are we know? I never understand what happened after that but I teleport to another place, It was a cold mountain and I was with my brother. That was a scary place too, but the weirdest part was my brother. He was sitting on a computer chair and rolling all over that time. It was a very cold and weird place and suddenly everything collapse, I fell down and I started to think that finally it’s getting over, this odd, strange and unknown world is dying. I get up from a tiring sleep, like I’ve had a terrible nightmare. All of us for sure had

You open your eyes, and on the horizon, that new light rises. Standing there. Bright.  Beautiful.

The place is here, the time is now, and the journey into the shadows that we're about to watch could be our journey. A journey that could be grand or self destructive. Day by day, person by person, who is there to meet that will make your journey grand? Does such a person exist? Maybe you're better off away from society, alone, where you can not be hurt or can not hurt. Up there, up there in the vastness of space, in the void that is sky, up there some say is the enemy known as isolation. It sits there in the stars waiting, waiting with the patience of eons, forever waiting. Some come face to face with the blackness, and howl at the lonliness. Thats what most would do. I, at this minute, at this second do not know how I would greet the door

In a certain village located far in the south where greeneries are abundant and different kind of species coexist and living peacefully. Where birds always sing and the winds would humm. This place of a paradise is where i was born. I still remember the day when i gain my sentience, where the world suddenly shows its appearance and the feeling of unknown knowledge rushing down on my entire being, a knowledge that i know yet at the same time i don't, i was ecstatic yet at the same time full of curiosity, i can see without

Any women can be a mother but it takes someone special to be a mother. Having someone in your life who means so much to you is a blessing. My Mom, Fatima was born on June 4, 1973. Moving to her appearance, I could say that the way she acts says a lot about her personality. She is the kind of person that is interesting to listen. Every time I listen to her, I learn something new. The moment she had me in her life was also a blessing for her. Im her third daughter. She is someone who cheers me up while I’m feeling sad. Without her, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Her smile is the only thing that will make me happy throughout the day. Her guiding hand on my shoulder will remain forever. Ever since her childhood, my mom was taught that

My mother Christy Rehn has many great qualities that make up who she is today. First, to give a physical description; she is a female and is 44 years old about 5’5 . She has short dark brown hair that goes down to her shoulders. Her eyes are as brown as a bear and are very fast moving. One great quality is that my mom is very funny. She enjoys a good laugh when she's feeling happy or not feeling well at all. She enjoys spending time with her family. Especially, going to the movies as well as sitting out on the beach on a hot sunny day. My mom isn’t just another average person, she shares her many unique qualities that allow others to see who she really is on the inside.