She carried the weight of her sadness around with her
every moment.
The pain of her loss, disguised her true self and could only be understood by a mother who had also lost a child. On the rare occasion that she smiled or laughed, it was startling to those around her. They feared the demonstration of emotion could cause her to implode. That eventually, she would shatter.
The pain of her loss, disguised her true self and could only be understood by a mother who had also lost a child. On the rare occasion that she smiled or laughed, it was startling to those around her. They feared the demonstration of emotion could cause her to implode. That eventually, she would shatter.
Traversing the present must surely be a chore for her. Because why would
someone in such pain choose to be present? The past although fraught with
memories of happiness also brought the pain of the loss; the future, a blank, empty,
endless slate of darkness and the unknown.
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| Blown in Glass, Seattle WA |
Where did she stand each morning, how
did she place her feet to keep her balance, in which place could she stand
comfortably? Or did she only appear to be standing but every moment her soul was
searching for a place to lay her weary mind, in the cavern of the safety of the
day…before it all happened.
How could she have not known what was coming? (Click to Tweet)
For the rest of The Little Story, read here.
For the rest of The Little Story, read here.
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