I LOVE to write! Although my "stories" aren't very long, they have a piece of me in them.
"Come sit down at the table we'll read a book and relax a little after that long walk" I say as sweet as I can but after the day I'm having, I fail miserably.
The house sought out nears. My hands shake, but the way is clear. Hoping will doesn’t quake, nothing can calm these fears. The eighth year of learning, when it all began.
How can I believe that this isn't a fairytale when I lay here in your arms that I feel were made for me, with my head fitted just right over your heart lulling me to sleep.
I swear, I know not what to do. About my garden man, whom I tell to you. I know he is there, the flowers are proof. But when I think I spot him, he's gone with a poof. He is not bad you see.
I open my eyes and what do I see. the beautiful sky right above me, as pale as your skin, and as far as you are. I hold out my hand and what do I touch. The cold soft snow, melting in my clutch.
It's been a while since he's drove down this stretch. I can see the sweat just breaking on his brow, yet his body trembles as if cold.
I stare out the slightly tinted windows at the scenery passing by. Full of trees, fields, cows, the usual out here in the "sticks".
I reach out and pluck the last dandelion. I close my eyes for the last time, causing more tears to leak over an down my cheeks.
How can I believe that this isn't a fairytale when I lay here in your arms that I feel were made for me, with my head fitted just right over your heart lulling me to sleep.
I gently knock on the door then enter with a beaming smile. I can see she is nervous, most patients are when we are holding test results.
Between his gentle breathing tickling my brow and his fingers running through my hair, I'm completely consumed in peace. My heart aches from, what, love.
A sigh of relief escapes her lips as she stares into the bowl of cookie dough. With the deafening sound of the mixer ceasing talk, she slowly spirals into chaos.
The distant cry pulls him back to the cold and unrelenting pain. He opens his eyes and takes in the hard truth of it all over again. trapped in the barriers without a life, without a name.