Tuesday, October 4, 2011

I remember ...

Fading in and out.

There. And then not.


A hand. A grasp. Tightly held. Tighter now.


The pain.


Searing.


The tears.


Streaming.


Words ... jumbled.


Senseless.


Muttered.


Eyes.


Deep. Focused. Holding mine.


Breath.


Strong and powerful.


Motivating.


Darkness.


Silence.

And then the pain.

Again.

Reaching out.

Again.

A hand.

A grasp.

There for me.

There with me.

Not alone.

Never alone.

And soon ... it happens again.

Hand in hand.

Together.

In and out of silence.

In and out of pain.

Waiting together.

Hand in hand.

12 comments:

angela said...

You've really captured the feeling of being confused and in pain, grasping for someone to help!

Just Stuff From a Boomer said...

This could really be the narrative of a woman I heard describing her 9/11 experience escaping from the Towers. She was in the stairwell when it collapsed and she was buried under rubble. Then, your words fit her sotry perfectly. How well you captured that moment without knowing it.

Who held her hand? Rescuers said there never had been anyone there, but she knew his name was Bob. Now she thinks it was her guardian angel.

Kimberly said...

That gave me chills! You really captured what it's like to reach for help.

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

Sounds like labor pains to me ;-) beautifully written!

finallyMom.blogspot.com said...

awesome. i love this intensity of this; reminds me of labor. :)

Jackie said...

I have to agree with some of the others. I read it as someone in labor.

But I can also see how it could be something else.

Regardless you did a great job!

Elaine A. said...

Yep, definitely conjured the feelings of labor. :-)

Karen Peterson said...

The way you wrote this was jarring, which was a perfect way to convey the pain of the moment.

John said...

Labor pains?

Galit Breen said...

Ouch.

Beautiful and poetic.

But, ouch.

(Great job, friend!!)

Natalie @ MamaTrack said...

Loved the post. It was so intense. Searing even.

I think it's more than one thing. Labor and PPD. I've only known one but the other sounds horrible.

CDG said...

I, too, thought it was labor and then perhaps the darkness of PPD, though like Natalie, I don't know from experience, so I couldn't be sure.

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...