#jenifer
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And it was at that time.. in group..
when I realized that I had attained
enough healing, and could now enter
back into the normal every day, world
that I looked back at her..
she.. who I had struggled alongside in
the trenches with for over two years
now-- each of us struggling just to hold
on.. in a crazy, ****** up world, that
just did not care
Yet still, she struggled to hold on to
who she was-- her spirit, coming and
going at will, as she attempted to deal
with the depths of her trauma..
her beautiful blue eyes, turning to dull
grey in those Ichabod-like moments,
when there was nothing left,
but complete emptiness.
And as I announced that I was leaving
the group, she gasped.. I saw those
beautiful blues go grey-- her small
hands, reaching for me..
her once, cherub-like face, now ashen
and tear soaked, quietly pleading..
and it was at that moment, that I sat
back down-- putting back on once
again, death's skin.. all past dreams of
normalcy, fading away in to her grey..
the color, blue.. the most beautiful
thing I have ever seen..
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 1:58 PM UTC