Empty
No words
Only letters
Set
In random order.
No sense
Like a dream
Remembered
In bits and pieces.
Tripping, falling,
Grasping
The ground beneath
Suddenly
Gone.
Illusive Peace
Her house is stifling. The fan above her clicks a rhythm and she lays as still as she can, hoping for relief. She pushes herself up, forcing movement that reverberates in her head. Walking through the rooms, she checks windows, praying for the breath of a breeze. She loves this house. Here she nursed and nurtured her babies. The walls show signs of life-- fingerprints and smudges. Smiling faces, captured and framed, adorn the walls. But, the walls are closing in and she retreats to the sanctuary of her room. The thoughts are pressing, intensifying the pain in her head. She tries with all her might to force them out. You're not welcome here . Still, they come. Persistent, they are. The fan beats in time with the judgements- ' not e-nough, not e-nough, not e-nough'. She puts out the welcome mat, hoping for sleep. Instead, she cries, curled into herself. But, the day is like any other, demanding, not to be ignored. Amazing how ...
There is always a letdown after something as big as a wedding. Hang in there. Time will make it better. I so love you for who you are.
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This is a very evocative piece--one of those feelings most of us have had put down in words. Thanks for sharing it.
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