The Flag

My father loved the flag which reached as high as the trees in our front yard. Then he was gone. My dad was gone.

The flag will remain at half mast, never again reaching its full potential. 

A sign of love and respect, that also reminds me we will never be whole again, 

just like the flag will never be high again.

The background is something out of a magazine. Picture perfect, if there is such a thing. The trees are more shades of green than I ever knew existed. They are alive and full, energized for their time in the sun.

They won't stop growing, of course. 

They aren't feeling any pain. 

The world continues, as I wonder how it can. 

My eyes wander and get lost in the beauty of the woods, as I fight to not appreciate the view before me.

I don't want anything to be beautiful anymore.

The world, my world, has become dark and cold and lonely. 

I don't want anybody to help me. 

I don't want anybody at all. 

I just want to sit and stare, and get lost in the silence of my surroundings. 

Reviews

[Misty Daze]

No words...I'm speechless . Can't be anymore relatable. Thank you so much Sherry for sharing this. It showed me how universal this feeling is...to not want the world to continue and to not want to see the beauty of everything anymore. It can't get anymore real. The loneliness, blankness and hopelessness. Thank you once again.

Ankita