The darkness becomes expansive, oppressive, and bleak.
No sounds to be heard but that of your tears.
No touch to comfort or ease the fears.
The walls close in and there is nowhere to go.
You fight for breath as the black cloud grows.
Then as soon as it came it surrounds you no more.
The light trickles in and the air begins to flow.
You hear the voices calling in love.
You feel the weight of a caring touch.
The pain will fade.
The memories will ease.
They will still be gone, but you will not be lonely.
In your heart they have a special place.
No one else can take that away.
To Fred, a dear friend who lost his sister. My prayers and thoughts are with you dear friend, as you go through this hard time.
