The MorningsA Story by Kathryn SmithShut my eyes and count to ten In my thoughts you're far away and you are whistling a melody Crystalizing, clear as day I can picture you so easily What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? Every minute of every hour I miss you I miss you I miss you more I have yet to wake up happy. I've been home for over a week now, and ever since I returned from Ireland, each morning is an emotional battle. Flashbacks eat me alive. They slap me across the face. I laugh out loud, or I smile. And then it hits me. Everyone is gone. I am gone. It's difficult for the soul to take. Sounds and memories, Voices echoe through my head. Faces flood my mind. Memories of laughter ring through my ears. I can still taste the breeze off the ocean. I feel empty now. As if I lost something. I don't have any regrets. but more than anything, I want the stinging to go away. I want the terrible eating away in my gut to vanish. I want my bones to calm. It's a never ending calling. A friend told me that there's nothing wrong with me, I was simply home. Where I was meant to be. Even the people begged me to stay. I need to move on and get up off the floor. Sometimes life doesn't work the way you want it to. Even if the people you love are oceans away without you. Even if deep down you know you could've created something beautiful with them. The next chapter of my life is going be begin now. Then I'll come back Ireland. I promise. And you'll know. Because the sun will shine. © 2016 Kathryn SmithReviews
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