And her days were filled with a silence. Thundering, loud silence.
Candles flickered against the bare white walls and rain drizzles down the window.
The decisions she had made met her every morning, walked her to where she was going and tucked her into bed at night.
Every action felt like a time filler, filling the space between birth and death.
Slumbering blossoms slept in a vase, paper with scribbled words that breathe life scattered across the table. A cup of coffee sat glued to her cold hands.
“When you have come to the edge Of all light that you know And are about to drop off into the darkness Of the unknown, Faith is knowing One of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or You will be taught to fly”
The sun has set and the dark night creeps in, children play on the street.
I sit in the dimly lit room, candle light flickers against the bare white walls. Tears form in my eyes until they cascade down my cheeks. I try to connect, I am trying, I cry out loud “please help, please give me the strength”. I walk my days at times with the world weighing on me, the passing traffic of people flood me with their grief and pain. How do I learn to close myself to others emotional baggage? I can hardly walk in the city at times, panic attacks strike me, I forget how to breath, how to walk, who am I?
Where has compassion gone? Many say oh it is still there, yet at times I fail to see it. The passing people consumed in their own world, what they are having for lunch, what they are going to do tomorrow, the next day and the next.
We judge others simply for their beliefs not on the merit of being a good person despite their god or way of worship. Why is it so hard for people to see through that? Ignorance blinds, deafens and kills.