Tears fell down my cheeks and my breath made my visor misty. The miles sped by as rode the hover bike my soul bereft.
The lights of the salvage team checking for anything I might have missed were in my rear view video now. The violet vapour trail from my exhaust danced like sprites I searched the horizon for the settlement out on the third hill brow.
Io this barren moon spread out before me. This place that took my man, dead plains and ridges for miles and miles all that I can see. Inside I bleed, inside my guts twisted and turned with grief, flooding my veins. The sight , damn the sight I do not need to see my anguish and pain l can feel it. I need to see where I travel tonight.
At last I see the huddled mess that is the Miena mining outpost.The last mine left on the this moon. Luckily my friend Jayden is there and she will be my host. There is not much left here now since the last of the Martian fighters left after the wars, glad to see the last of the sand blizzards that are sharp enough to make you wince.
Leaving go of the throttle for a short while I touched my radio and asked, Jayden are you there? seconds passed then I smiled. “Yes you stupid bitch where else would I be? In charge of this dump , a prisoner, that’s me.”
Slowing my hover bike making the reverse thrust roar I manoeuvred my bike through the open landing bay door.
Standing down off the bike , she was there at my side as I removed my helmet she hugged me and we cried. She told me she was sorry about Lars, she had heard the fight and seen the explosion in which he had died. She moaned about the dust on her landing bay floor and swore at me loudly as we made for the stairs to the door.
We sat and talked into the night we spoke of Lars’ finale fight she told me he had spoke with love of me before he flew off on his final flight.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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