The Empty Hand
Empty, alone and afraid.
The Empty Hand
It was early, the sun sat outside the tiny window beyond the reach of the bed. The air was cold, but my hand was warm. Warmed by the hand, the touch of one that was familiar.
The time of the clock clicked seven and the hand released me as my eyes slipped away into a great, deep sleep. I was alone.
Waking I was frightened, I knew no one. I looked for the hand that held mine, but her hand was gone, alone I was left.
Ghosts moved this way then that way.
I was confused and concerned.
They laid me forward, crowding around me, a pause was heard, then nothing.
The nothing lasted only a moment, behind it came the tight tug of something
The something was a hot sting, a tingling numbness, a strange sensation that with the touch of breath’s air transformed.
An echo of pain slipped through me, rattling my inside like quaking walls.
The first droplets of pain were soft, like the pitter patter of a light rain, but with each cloud that billowed from the abyss the storm grew greater.
The droplets were hot, like the lick from the kiss of boiling grease.
The storm ravaged, the burning became steel as it melted through my nerves, I could feel the heat eat away at everything that made me me.
Fear overcame me, I could not hold back the terror, my hand thrashed to find that hand, the hand, the hand who had left me.
It was the first time I felt alone, the first time I was alone. Placed within the blanket of darkness, to face the punishment for my innocent benevolence, I would be consumed by Molten steel that was forced and flowed through me,
A pain, an agony that reigned till darkness I was filled…
With time comes forgiveness
With time comes change
Though my heart was burned from the inside out, I accepted her and her fear, I forgave the hand that deserted me.
Submerged in the silken, slick water
Lowered from the abrasive, bitter world that I battled
I felt a soft touch, the ease of its place, the peace of its harmony
I could feel my skin revitalize,
I could feel the spin stop,
And my breath soften
I could see again, for the first time
I could feel again, for the first time
I could live again, for the first time.
Returning to this world, my eyes were open and my heart washed
I saw a new place, a new time
A land of boundless opportunity, endless love and immeasurable beauty
Emerging, stepping from the oiled water I looked to the horizon, My eyes turning to those who had walked with me, to those who had held and forgotten my hand,
And I walked forward.
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