The Day was Different

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We all get up and we all set out at the beginning of another day,we neither speak nor smile to anyone staring in front scared to look either way.

The tired, the lonely, the frightened the left behind all thrown together locked tight inside. The cream and the dregs of mankind.

Hurry, hurry no time to stop. No, no time to think, that would take some doing. You have to look and listen  but you are all too busy, you don’t want to know what is brewing.

Then it all stops. Your eyes can’t see, screams deafen you. Heat and pain dash past sucking you into death, blood and bone. Lost, you are all lost which way is up left or right you are really all alone.Then mercifully you are taken up and lifted into the arms of silent white light, it carries you off and you forget if it is day or night.

Silence, space, emptiness. You open your eyes where are you. Then you are back blood on the ceiling above you God it is true.  You reach to the left you reach to the right  crying out for another human, someone grabs your hand terror takes flight.

You are not alone, so for once you need that soul next to you. Speak now speak they need you too. The day had started just like any other nothing unusual that’s true. As the dust and the noise settle and you wait for aid you hold on tight to the hand of the new friend you have made.

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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Oct 08, 2012 @ 21:03:54

    This is great Willow – or the end is. Indeed, when you find another human who is reaching for you as you are too reaching, that is to be held on to, firmly, above all other crap.

    I thought it was a train accident at first, but I understand your style. I so so often see those unsmiling faces, too. It used to depress me as a teen. Now, not so much.


    • willowdot21
      Oct 09, 2012 @ 15:15:41

      Thank you Noeleen I am always delighted to hear how you perceive my post, I did write it as a duel meaning.. I too hate those unfeeling un seeing crowds rushing to work or home they are all fellow flounders of hope.


  2. Bruce Ruston
    Oct 09, 2012 @ 07:08:56

    A good post liking it lots


  3. eof737
    Oct 10, 2012 @ 20:44:48

    I love the supportive hands… We all need supportive hands in our lives and without judgement too… Until we know all the details of another person’s life struggles we must not judge… Just saying. Great post always.


  4. willowdot21
    Oct 10, 2012 @ 21:01:08

    Thank you , yes to blindly take the helping hand asking nothing can be the most rewarding way!


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