Wednesday, March 2, 2016

October 11, 2015

 have changed me. 100 felt important 200 just doesn't have a ring to it. It hurts but it doesn't hurt like it used to, not because I grew numb to death, rather I learned that death is like an arch it pulls you back a step -or two- then when it let go's you leap forward with full force. 

200 days means nothing. I feel the same anger and frustration I have been feeling these past six months, every air raid is still as petrifying as the very first one. The only thing that changed is I now know who I am mad at and why I am mad at them.
200 days have made me stronger. I learned that death has a bitter-sweet tang. A taste I sometimes crave. I linger for the way death stares us bluntly in the eyes and leaves us there awaiting a closer encounter.
Everyday that passes is a closer day to the end. 200 days has supported me with faith.
200 days and still counting.


  1. Commented up here sister: but too humbled to type much to you. You have my deepest respect and concern. To pray. You might not feel able, or be able, to post. I'll keep looking back. Your writing digs deep. Has me feeling, when not so much does. But continue to ponder your thoughts.

    Brave on, best you can. Loved by God.


    1. Hello Mark,
      I am so extremely flattered and humbled by your comment. Thank you so much. Please never hesitate to comment. Thank you very much for sharing what I wrote.

      Stay safe.