10 April, 2006

*041 - moonlit dance

All alone aside from the moon in the sky (no stars tonight). Sitting on the dirt with tufts of weeds between my toes. Absolutely quiet, except for the sobs. Struggling to breathe. Noone to turn to for comfort, the one person I can open up to wasn’t there.

Dancing prettily between the vandalised metal barriers in the moonlight, hoping that I could forget my troubles for just an instant (while worrying that someone would see me and think I’m a ghost, or madwoman).


Praying, crying, praying again.

Remembering the verse Gerry sent: “Cast your cares on the Lord, and He will sustain you; He will never let the righteous fall.”

And then back to training. To try and face the friends I had abandoned for the past hour with whatever scraps of dignity I had remaining.