Take Me Away

I wrote this with those in mind whose lives have recently (and not so recently) been invaded by the terrible choices that other humans make. I can’t understand, nor have I lived this terror myself. But, I’m realizing that this could be my life. It could be anyone’s life, unfortunately. But today, I can only imagine the pain, the tears. But I do care and think about the unimaginable that has become another’s life.

With still heavy lids, I woke up to a strange and terrible rumble, the shattering of glass, the smell of death and screams.

It invaded my dream of sandy beaches and the noise of a children’s laughter.

The terror of today took my life.

Took the life I had known. The life I had grown to love,

My life filled with love, with peace, the smell, the taste, the sounds of home.

That was my life, that was our life, that was our home.

Many, many days before, so long ago, so long ago…so long.

So… long… ago.

And now, I run, I hide, I fear not knowing where to go or where to sleep.

Where do I go, oh where do I go, where do I go, where should we go?

And finally I stop, I only stop because my feet can’t go anymore. I fall exhausted to the

ground. I rest because I have to. I try to.

I sleep. But, my mind forgot how to rest,  I recycle the images I can’t deal with during the day.

I awake trembling, searching, but groggy with sleep.

I succumb again…I sleep for a

moment.

Then, it begins again, the noise invades.

This is my life. A life with no home.

When I find I can’t run anymore, or sleep.

I find a corner and I weep.

I weep as a unconsolable child heaving and hugging myself into an ever smaller person.

I desire to disappear, to hide from my reality.

Because this is not life, this is not home, I have no peace, I have no hope.

Help, help, help me from this hell.

Take me away from here. Please take me away far from here. Take me, take me away, I pray take me away, take me away, take me away…from here.

My tears stop in my trembling hand, I hear a whisper, ” I’m here. I’m sorry.”

I look up I cry and I scream, “Why….,” I’m filled with anger…”Why?!…why?!.”

I hear nothing, but silence. It’s strange at first, I look around…wait, but nothing,

For the moment. And then…

The wind moves the trees, and the raindrops begin, quietly…steady..and then a deluge.

The thunder crashes and the earth vibrates with the thunder. It repeats again and again.

I have no fear. The storm reverberates.

And I know, he sees, he feels, he hears, he knows.

I see my trembling hand taken, I feel my hair caressed, I sense my face being touched and I hear…

“I’ll take you away, from here, from here, I’ll take you away from here, I’ll take you. I’ll take you, I’ll take you away, away,  away, take you away…take you from here, far away from here. Away from here.

I’ll take you away. I’ll take you away….away from here.

The thunder rumbles, the wind calms, the rain steadies. The storm is over. For the moment. A moment. Just a moment.

For just a moment…

He took me away, away from here. From the hell down here. From all the pain down here, In my life… right here. He took me, he took me, he took me and shook me awake, he took me away.

From here.

 

 

 

 

 

Friday’s thoughts

Hi everyone,

TGIF!

Daily writing has been great for practicing writing, but I’ve also learned some things:

1.  I’m not a very good news reporter. Despite technology and media, I seem to be a step behind the big news. I’ve not yet watched the Jon Stewart video that other people posted on FB. But, that’s okay, I don’t want to report the news.

2. I find myself struggling for purpose for writing and just writing for writing sake is fine and good practice, but I can see that pretty soon, I’ll just want a blog with a specific goal in mind or I’ll just want to write a novel.

I admit, transitioning from a day job to a writing from home job has been tough. I feel as if I’m floating in the sea, looking for land, fearing the sharks, but enjoying the relaxation as well. In the same scenario, a question becomes clear:

Am I actually going anywhere? Without a sail or someone to rescue me, will I ever reach land?

Mid Day Post

I’m unashamedly posting at 12:54 to keep my trend and to remain unpredictable. Or maybe that’s just me. The point is to remain steady with the goal.

To Write Daily.

In between chores and writing, I’ve been fixated this morning on the sad news of yesterdays shooting of innocent people, 6 women and 3 men. After reading the article on the Seattle Times, I decided that one thing I can do for now is to blog about it. Things of this nature need to interrupt our busyness, our goings about. We need to talk about, share, and do something. This is senseless!

The article says:

“This shooting “should be a warning to us all that we do have a problem in our society,” said state Rep. Wendell Gilliard, a Democrat whose district includes the church. “There’s a race problem in our country. There’s a gun problem in our country. We need to act on them quickly.”

I agree our country has a growing problem and my heart and prayers go out to the community in South Carolina. I’m asking myself, what can be done? What can I do?

Obama states,

“At some point, we as a country will have to reckon with the fact that this type of mass violence does not happen in other advanced countries,” Obama said.

Are we so fixated on our phones, our own agendas and busyness? Are we thinking about our children, grown and otherwise and what they’re into? Do we get alarmed at what they post on Facebook? Are we taking the time to have conversations with the people in our lives?

I’m asking myself today these questions and also the one about, “What can I do?”

~Peace friends.