The rushing wind slammed into my body as I ran through the door. Tripping over
my feet and falling down into a puddle of dirty water. The cold neverending rain
pouring down into my now fragile little hands. The thunderclouds roaring over my
head and the lightning flashes across the dark sky. The hospital behind me
looked nothing more than a shadow cloaked in misery. A hood of darkness filled
with eternal despair and neverending tears.
"Wait am I crying? I cant even tell, it seems like the world itself is crumbling
from its sorrowful tears falling from the sky. What did I do to deserve this
agony? Why do we deserve this excruciating pain? My love slumbering withing the
hospital walls without a care in the world, if only she knew. How would I tell
her? Tell her that after 9 months of our work, and after hours of her work only
led to our own personal heartbreak. She sleeps inside, warm and restful. Why
does she have to wake up to such circumstances?"
I feel so helpless, faithless. Its like trying to grasp a handful of rain with a
fist. The anger and guilt within my soul squeezes my hands. The water comes
rushing out nothing more than delayed rain. Like her tears that will come soon
later, every second that passes is just delaying the imminent rain but sooner or
later they will spill out and hit the ground.
I cant forgive my own weakness. I havent even seen him yet. I know I should go
see him but the fear of breaking down prevents me. My soaking body like broken
glass on the ground. Shattered pieces of our hearts split into 3 shards. The
largest piece is the one so distant.
In my vision of black and white blurred by my rain. I see a flash of color, a
bright purple butterfly. The wings a vivid painting of 2 innocent eyes of an
angel. Trying to fly away into the sky, battered and beaten by the wind and
rain. Stuck out my gentle finger, and it landed right into the comfort of my
hands...