Last night as I drove through the busy lit roads looking at the bright evening sky with the wind blowing in my face I thought of you. I thought of you and wondered where you were, what you were doing, what you were thinking, and if, just if, there were any ifs in your mind......On nights like this I feel like the skies above me feel my sorrow and yet somehow I feel free..maybe its because I feel one when immersed in such beauty or maybe because it's those times that I can be true to myself and you...who knows..but I still hear the voices and questions in my head, the minute I'm alone or lying in bed or when I open my eyes to the bright specks of sunlight streaming through my curtains and the innocent singing of the mockingbird outside my bedroom window, I hear them, it's as if with your exit came a new companion for me, my own companionship, my twin who always lived in my subconscious but far from haunting me, now she haunts me every day with her continuous questions....When I walked in and saw my angels I pulled out their Sesame treats and their eyes lit up, just like how your's would and then she uttered your name...for the first time since she could speak, for the first time ever, your name sounded so foreign, so strange, so unusual, so out of context, so raw, and painful...and then my twin began with her taunts, she began to speak those awful words and reel those sweet moments back into my mind.....once again for the billionth time in this day she reminds me of you and you and you....
This afternoon as I was driving down the open fields of the long winding country road behind my house I was captivated by the icy green fields extending over miles and the glistening long river that ran through the fields. I felt care free and at home surrounded by such beauty. I suddenly realized how I had an endless list of possibilities ahead. I thought of the journey I had ahead and the years of solitude I would have once I had done my job of being a mother. But I did not want to sit in a quiet room sipping cups of tea and watching telly. I always knew that my life had a different purpose. I wanted to be a voice for the voiceless in countries extending farther than the west. I wanted to be centered right in the middle of a conflict and be a walking stick for the ones who had no one standing up for them. My need to help people and my love for caring and giving kindness to others and being ever so forgiving is no longer a curse to me as I hav...
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