My eyes, glued to the scene. The dust of the debris invaded my nose. My hands wanted to prevent the sounds of the sirens and the cries, but I couldn’t move. 1,700 miles away from Oklahoma City, I was there only by the waves of the TV, but I had walked that place, breathed the same air as those people. “Oh God, no!”
Floors dangled, wires sparked, glass fell. “Did I know, by name or face, anyone in that building?”
Often, I reached for the phone but fear would not let me dial. So I stayed, stared and mesmerized as reality sank in.
The aftertaste of sorrow lingers. Still existent but no longer all consumed by its grip I manage to gasp for breath. Moments at a time, life begins its return. Coffee with a friend, here. Date with my husband, there. An unforced smile manages to break through on occasion. The thickness of grief prevented it before. But Light has broken and darkness is not so black as it was. Deep gashes and slashes in the soul begin to merge together again. Because this place is not foreign to me, I have confidence that time will heal. First one step, then another, each stronger than the one before. Though a sense of “why” may never be made, purpose will be found. He promises it. I trust. It’s faint, but there. This pain will be a gift.
Left leg crossed over right knee, I bounced it out of boredom, partly, and partly out of irritation. The clock behind the receptionist counter revealed the Pediatric Ophthalmologist to be 30 minutes behind schedule and nothing in the pages of the Health magazine between my fingers was to hold my attention or the attention of my 3 young children in tow.
Grace, Teresa, have some grace. (Sigh)
DAY 9 (Read Day 1 “OK, Honey. Challenge Accepted!” Post)
First thought when I wake, final thing I check before sleep. Who liked it? Who commented? Who shared? What I should ask is, WHO CARES?
DAY 4 (Read Day 1 “OK, Honey. Challenge Accepted!” Post)
a swing and your hit
daggers launched by tongue
declaring words painful as boulders
crushing, weighing on you
denial of inner-reflection because
it’s easier to spew accusations instead
They push away
they run away
hate spills, eyes spray fire
you, their target but aim
at their own reflection
they scream, yell, not at you
at the anguish inside
cold shoulder says leave
tormented heart begs you stay
wounds, scars, insecurities
need love unconditional proven
It seems a fight they seek
or even an end, but unspoken
is the plea to prove
they are worth fighting for
justifying behavior if you give up
I identify with attacker and prey
burdensome is both giving and accepting fervor
They boast lies
hold on to Truth
they want out
dig in your heels
hear only the still small voice
love so deep, when they shred you
your roots remain grounded
love will be reciprocated
Until then, fight
“You want me to what?”
“You heard me,” he said.
“30 blogs in thirty days?” My mind tries to wrap my brain around it. My fingers stumble over the keys multiplying the need to backspace. “That’s like, one ever day.”
“Yep,” his smirk clearly came through the Skype response.
“Seriously? I’ll give up ice cream, TV, bathing in the sun…” I search for anything of value. “Soda with caffeine! Popcorn! Facebook!!”
I turn my back from the sun, and slap the snooze…again. Thoughts form, “just get up and move.” Limbs proceed to upright position; feet dangle a few inches from the floor. “So close, but yet…forget it.” My head drops back against the pillow, down feathers envelope and cradle me. I am incapable to motivate myself for another day. Instead my blanket of dull and dreary, I find safe and most content.