Thoughts twisted about in pitch darkness, just under the skin’s surface. Never quite evolving to words, they took shape and became a massive stone wall I could not climb over, dig under, travel around or escape.
There it was, the end again. Whether he wanted it or not and I hated that it always had to be this way. After all hell broke loose and the goodbyes were said, I often sat quietly alone wrapped in darkness.
Yet in this end, as the darkness beckoned, I did something different. I welcomed the shadows as a familiar acquaintance, after all I knew them well.
With eyes wide open I stared into the depth of that blinding blue-burgundy, and all at once there was light.
In that very moment, I began to pluck words I never knew existed right from that wall in front of me, stone by stone until it stood no more.
© corrina, 2019