The cold seems to seep in through the windows on this gray winter afternoon
The coffee-colored walls close in as the truth slowly leaks out
Knees hit the floor as the world stops spinning while the minutes tick away
There’s a mountain of questions and a valley of excuses, but no good answer to the question…
“Why?”
Hurt and anger surface, wrestling for prominence
A rush of raw emotions turns to numbness as if from a bitter wind
The silence threatens to suffocate us
Forgetting is not an option, and restoration is a wild card
Forgiveness hangs in the air like a delicate icicle, poised to break or melt
The evening ushers in anxiety and fear–heavy as a blanket of ice
We surrender to the grief of dark and reveal what’s in our hearts
I’ll know more tonight. The dark does that to me: it brings out what’s in my heart.
