greatenglishdane

Long winding stairs I climb. How long will I have to climb to reach the top of this accursed tower? Is the sin that I am committing even at this very moment, as I climb these gruesome steps, really going to release me from my sorrow? How long has it been since my grief consumed me   and is now driving me to my desperate fate? Was it really yesterday I was told of my marriage, struck out of happiness, into despair, no where to run or escape? But, no, there is always a way to escape. No beast of a man will I marry. Moon light shines above “I am near” I say to my spirit. Step after step, tallest of towers I climb,

Hand hand alone, hand waiting for a touch, hand waiting for another, hand will wait for a touch it used to know, for strength and support it used to know. longing longing for that touch. when will you return? hand when will you, be clasped in mine? in April? in May? or never...

          I listen to it rain, softly pattering against my window.    Resting here motionless,    watching my past flow by,               into now,         and into the future,     as I rest here motionless;        Watching my life flow by,          as the wind blows,     ruffling the trees outside,  I listen to the sound of nature,        as my life slides by. . .