Posted by susan47 on August 21, 2008, at 15:03:13
This silence, this terrible hole, the blackness of your quiet is so frightening.
Cold.
I am left out in the cold, and the dark, to fend for myself, to find what only I can discover, to mend my life, make it whole, make myself a real human being. No, wait. I am a human being, I am real. I pinch myself and it hurts. Well, hold on a moment now. Hold on, whoa there. It hurts but only on the skin, my brain sends me a message that my skin hurts at that spot. Not the same as a heart that hurts, or a soul that's lost, a spirit broken, please God not forever.
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thread:847557
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