Friday

In times of trouble she is always drawn to remember a passage she once read as a child;

When darkness like a cloud descends and banishes the light,

When day is just a memory and all there is, is night,

When heaviness engulfs your heart crushing it like a stone,

Find hope in knowing through it all that you are not alone'

She realised yesterday how much finding this and keeping it had made her smile, how many dark days a simple rhyme had lifted. Looking at him she thought maybe if he sang the tune in his head too, that it might lift some of the burden he was feeling. Responsibility can be liberating, it can also be crucifying, sink or swim. Despite his frown maybe this will help him learn to swim?

Monday

As the dark nights draw in, she begins to realise that darker clouds are looming on the horizon.

A deeper chill runs through her body and a sense of knowing comes upon her. Maybe this time she is wrong, she has been before, but maybe not. If so what will happen? Will she be saved or will this be then end? The finale. The last time...

A draft runs over her toes as she curls them under to escape the cold, she feels drawn and vaunerable and the ache in her neck from a restless night has begun to throb mercilessly. Her mind drifts back to the warmer months, to sunshine, to the coconut smell of bodies, to the endless days and all too brief nights, to him, to the others. It all merges in a big swirl of melanchol, almost making her dizzy.
She draws the blanket tighter around her shoulders and pauses, closes her eyes tight, for the few seconds that she exhales she feels release, but the glare when she opens her eyes brings it all back.

It's true what they say, you can bury it, but you can never escape it...

...what's that
....in the corner??



a tail.........................

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Give sorrow words the grief that does not speak whispers the o er-fraught heart and bids it break.