While I have a moment I thought I would share a short piece of writing that I penned recently which may be the start of something new..... enjoy!
They were taken without my knowing. I discovered they were
gone in June when I returned. To my home. What used to be my home. Empty now. A
shell with walls built from lost hopes and dreams. Standing empty and alone.
Stripped bare and painted white now. Like a prison cell, closing in on me.
Hollowed out from within.
At first I thought it was just the box. Dark blue with
envelopes. Private letters. Handwritten in blue ink. Paper thin, lovingly
created in yesterday moments. A story of
loves now lost- of friendships grown old and of childhood events in a journal.
Light blue with pink flowers, a conflicting tale of teenage angst, ideals and
promises for the future. Recounts of a mother now gone, a father who slowly
fades into the distance as age takes hold of his mind. All of them gone.
Memories stolen. Snapshots of faces and places. Times never to be lived again.
Once crisp and clear now blurry with absence.
Taken from my unknowing hands without a struggle. Without a
struggle because I was unaware. Unaware because I wasn’t there. Pushed aside
like a dead ant, while the vulture pecked at the carcass of my life, stripping
it bare- and I was unaware. Unaware that the thief was there. Someone I knew.
Someone once loved. A sweet love grown sour fed by an anger through veins from
a darkened heart- beating, alive but not living. A dead heart from a dead soul.
Fed by the bitterness and envy, of hatred pumping its blood.
