Guide Me

I stood in the doorway trying to process how we actually got here. Silently screaming and pleading for you to tell me you are ok.

Staring at faces I don’t recognize, hearing every voice but yours and questioning the beliefs I speak.

I feel nothing inside.

Like a movie on fast forward with muted sounds yet moving in slow motion, I wonder if the smears I see are the same as everyone else.

I hear the faintest noises of a pen writing causing me to turn to this person I don’t know. And in that moment I feel your presence enter the room. The chaos around me freezes as a tsunami of grief drowns me and I lose my breathe!

And just like that you guide me to where I need to be at that moment.

I heal by healing.