a notion

Scrambling through her mind's thesaurus
she searched for other words for her wrists, singed
her edges smouldering, smoke fringed
internal edges, that is.

Scrambling through the messages in his eyes
he finds the one he wants to send her, hopefully
she'll read it without doubt, earnestly
not doubting him, that is.

The other he, she should be doubting
he holds that glass, sun's rays re routing
to warm her, that is

what he's always told her...

 

 

 

 

29 Comments

            1. It’s truly tragic!
              I got very involved with the lives of an Afghani refugee family when we were in the States…needless to say, their story was so complex and so heartbreaking. (These people are dealing with layers of trauma we can only imagine in the west.) But i don’t know how people (you) cope(d) dealing with these cases all the time! My hat’s off to you.

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              1. Thanks Vanessa, I dealt with numerous cases and, as you say, difficult to imagine what they were going through. It is sad to say but I think you just build a shield and try to work out the best way to deal with it as a human being.

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          1. I was lucky in that I was just a witness Vanessa and not a part of some of the nightmares I had to deal with. It always left me with a feeling of appreciation for the life I had and also the strength and courage some people had, to face and deal what they went through.

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