It's raining again.
This time it's in my mind.
And it's coming down so thick I can barely see through the wall of droplets.
The light is reflecting off them - through them.
And all I see is a blinding light that's reflecting right back at me.
There is no indication of what I am about to walk in to.
It's all white.
White.
I enter through it with closed eyes.
Unafraid of what is going to come but afraid of what I might leave behind.
I'm not sure that i've brought it all with me.
The rain may have washed some of it away...
I can see the white even though my eyelids shield my pupils with a thin layer of darkness.
It still shines through - it's that strong.
I'm not sure I can handle what i'm about to see.
My eyelids flutter...
It's a new beginning.
It's all white.
White.
Just blown away. You are an incredible writer. Your descriptions paint the pictures so well that I feel submerged in you story.
ReplyDeleteThr term recycled soul came to me as I was reading about the little girl that was diagnosed with Batten's disease. That's how I was brought to you, your writing is genuine and brave, keep writing.
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