Some say the emotions of particularly traumatizing, tragic
events, come at you in waves, and others describe it more like
a train that hits head on. The problem is, in either case, you never really
possess the forethought to piece together any semblance of a plan to
prepare and persevere through those tragedies. I never
gave time to devise how to handle my own undoing.
So when the vomit came and loneliness caressed, and when
the light of love seemed too far distant and that undiscovered
country too near and too enticing, between my thousand
breaths a second I knew not how to turn away and lose
the name of action.
There came to me then, in an instant due my beckoning,
the one soul I knew would help howe’er she may. She had
her family in tow to all join in and rein the weary traveller from
the undiscovered road. I owe them all what little I may still retain: my
life, my future, and whatever more I suffer.