My Struggle

Empty, fear filled, the phone rings, her heart is thrilled, a friend, someone to listen to, thank you God she pleads, her anxieties answered, correctly,for once. She has been trying to get rid of the impostor for a week, she’s a vulnerable young woman, her social skills, under developed. Too young, too young, she didn’t learn the way she ought. The void, it has to be filled, it’s not a song either, this is real. What’s in it for me, the thought never entered her heart, not once. I have to get dressed, her mood is totally different from moments before. She no longer feels alone. I gave so much for you, she looks at the ceiling, where were you, she is talking to her imaginary God, she ends the thought.

An unsteady hand applies lipstick, it’s crayon on the face,as a child would do, smeared. The panda bear mascara gives her a comic Gothic look. The walk is unsteady, the nerves in her feet, altered, too much alcohol, but she is trying to deal with it. She has the ability to overcome it,but like all traumatized souls, she needs a little help. Her head held high, she is going to do it.

The grey shows through the hair, she can’t afford a full hair do, and the dye she applies when she is able, is not always, fully applied, but she tries.

Solomon sighed, it was the remembrance day of a friend or two, those you meet along the way. Those in between moments, the gap as they call it, it’s the same with the movies, the story develops, incidents. She always set aside time for others more vulnerable than herself, and everyone who knew her, knew that too, they will come to help, they are great on human rights, well, so they tell their pals, and their opinions, they consider important, same as the mirror they stare into each morning.

My struggle he said, what struggle, brought back to life, more escapes than Houdini, at least the demons he encountered had been dealt with, and with a prayer, he could send them into a spin,same as the light from above, wisdom, you got to love her. How we get through life, without having to take advantage of another, a very difficult exercise.

Jesus called out hypocrisy, regularly, would there be any faith left he asked, when the great return occurred. Well.

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