"Pater Noster, qui es in caelis... sanctificaetor nomen tuum, adveniat regnam tuum, fiat voluntas tua sicut in caelo et in terra..." I intoned softly. In the dark... my dark... a world's dark...
I still remember these words and the others that follow. I remember meaning them as I spoke them and when I didn't - mean them, just spoke them. I remember my outstretched arms meant to encompass the entire group - to gather them into what was being intoned... and when those same arms couldn't hold one in this world a moment longer.
"Wandering..."
I remember when I couldn't cry
the day my eyes couldn't turn away the day my ears ceased existing
...and the world just stopped.
I remember green things - all around somehow and colors that were just black - on night.
I remember stars - cold pinpoints burnt into my eyelids...
unceasing spots cascading upon retinas that no longer cared.
I remember standing til I couldn't - ...and how it IS to topple disjointed - falling boneless though wide-awake and fullyaware - and without any control whatsoever.
I remember my friend and his leaving... though no one else does or ever will.
'Wandering'
Chris,
The title pulls my attention right away. This is writing expressing the inner process of loss. It is simply true and raw, and hurtful. Sometimes life is.....
I am not always upbeat but this is a great writing because it speaks honestly to feelings and hard loss we humans sometimes feel; like a wasteland.
Well written and appreciated by me Chris.
Kathy
The emotion you've shared with us is almost overwhelming. The opening is definitely my favorite part - it's what first lured me in, a very personal touch.
I almost feel as though I'm given a glimpse into another life, able to feel the loss yet beauty of it - such defined memories.
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..