I stood my ground...
or rather I sat.
where the child had left me. I sat for what seemed a very long time.
it years or only moments
that passed all around me?
I sat, I began to see visions of what I had always hoped might
one day be. Though rusty, the doors of my heart began to utter creaks
and groans. Slowly, the doors swung their yawning, dormant way wide
flowing upward from my throat. A fountian of losses,
griefs, and pains.
I could hear the echo of the steel trap poised to slam shut
as it had so many times before.
time, the gentle, loving Light and the memory of a singing child
gave me courage to continue on my way. For a season...
little unhinged, I squared my shoulders
and stood to face the new day.