He can tell immediately that I am in trouble; injured. Traumatized.He is kind. Places his arm about me.
There is no concept of time.
He helps me.
I clean myself up.
After a while he opens a briefcase that he placed inside the door when he entered. He finds what he's looking for and extends his hand offering me a cube of sugar.
I am exhausted and scared.
He says, "This will help you to forget everything."
I ask, "What is it?"
He says, "Trust me, it will help."
He smiles softly and says, "Take it. You have two hours before you'll feel the wave. You will be so grateful to me."
The sweetness dissolves into my swollen, burning tongue.
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your words continue to stay with me through my days. and now there is this post and it leaves me wondering where this account is going next.
ReplyDeletethis visit to your past is so powerfully written and illustrated. moving.
thank you seems like very small words in the face of what you are giving us.
but...thank you.
m.a.
Thanks Indigo
ReplyDeleteIt really does leave me shaking my head and being so exceptionally grateful for the helping forces that surround any one of us when things fall very apart.