Through It All.

The wind galloped ferociously through the trees and stomped on every branch, causing the leaves to plummet in surrender. Inside, the pots rattled, the wind chimes shook angrily and then the doors slammed shut. Just like her heart; wounded, closed and chained. Bounded!

As the wind continued its howl, her nerves shivered and wailed silently, pumping excess blood to her already heavy heart and then just like that, her tears gushed down in giant clumps and pounded down upon the wooden floor. The tears bore stains that matched her pain. Totally wretched. Insane.

He had promised to call her but it had been two weeks now and as the rain swept in , the realization settled, that she was indeed alone. Left, discarded, unwanted. Misused! This was the end. Termination! The pain she felt scratched at every inch of her skin and left deep open wounds in the grave of her soul. She's bleeding. Profusely too.

As the rain continued to pound on her heart and permeate the raw fabrics of her mind, all her thoughts escaped their hidden burrows and scampered all around. Then it poured down and now it drained her to realize that really, all she knew was loss. Frienships that were supposed to last a lifetime have faded,  vaporized and left no scent, no trail, no way of being found again. Annihilated and left without the ability to ever trust again because this time her brokenness just could not be mended.  No amount of needle and thread could reassemble the morsels of her being.

Her thoughts played games that night. Absolute Russian Roulette. They seemed to join with the wind and the rain in mockery of her wounds. Three unborn children were stolen from her, totally robbed her of not even an ounce of a chance to say goodbye. Traumatic. How can she ever recover? The pain continued pulsating and her thoughts kept weaving their way through; forcing only despair. She lamented how she had lost the only little passion that remained for a career she thought she could love forever. Then came the family members and their friendly faces shoving their way into her synapses,  causing her to fall down in agony at the thought of never being able to see them again, because Death was the monster who didn't knock but prided itself as the thief of joy.

Now all of a sudden, the rain intensified and the wind growled harder and then surprisingly, as if to understand and empathize with her sadness, cessation came and now there was calm. Still. Patient. Wait. She stood erect and picked up the pieces of shattered glass from the broken plates tossed wild by the wind and the jolt of acceptance that refreshed her senses was quite intense. She stood as splintered as the dinnerware; fragile yet astonished at how each single fragment glistened under the moonlight. Just like diamonds; beautiful and bright, with immeasurable value within every piece.

This was her hope; that even in brokenness ,there is still beauty to be found. Now the tears went from downpours to what was a drizzle and then to a stop. Her shoulders now loosened and her breathing slowly became normal again. Step by step, she cleaned the mess that invaded her space , observing that no matter how ferocious the storm, it always runs out of rain and in calm it will end. Now through it all and after it all, there comes release; through it all.

Edited by Vernelle Alphonse-Cherry