on right mind

When mind is all that is left.

He walked away from me shirtless and in the dark. The palm of his hand reached through his chest to stretch the skin of his back, towards me. Watching silently I began to feel tears flow from from my shoulders.  He would die and I would not save him.

I woke up.  Once again the death I long to surrender to, escapes me.  Sleep.

Nightmares have returned.

Loss of control. Tears flow.

Winds ripping my heart to shreds.

So many backs have turned on me it is hard to see those who face me, arms outstretched.

The work of forgiveness looms.  Exhaustion the heavier burden.

Such an illusion and interruption. This pain.

 

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