The Waterfall

It’s been a tough one today on this long road I find myself on along with a lot of other people out there. The road we now travel without our loved ones. There are many people out there whose parents are no longer with us and unfortunately many mum’s who woke up today without their children. Not that we don’t miss them every single day anyway just today makes it seem even more real somehow. But we soldier on like we do every other day of the week though at times that seems increasingly difficult we do it, we just don’t really know how. One foot in front of the other until we find another day dawning and so we made it through and for that we should be proud of ourselves. We made it another 24 hours without going insane.

With the lead up to this particular day I have to admit my muse has been a little quiet, not that I blame it, I wouldn’t feel much like chatting to me either but that’s okay. I know we’re not always going to be on speaking terms and some days I will need to coax it more than others. I am sure I am not alone in this love/hate relationship I have with both my muse and even with myself on occasion but what I do know is that we will both be friends again soon.

The Water Fall

Droplets shimmer like rain drops

Caught by the sun

Travelling slowly over moist red cheeks

Cascading down like a waterfall

A silent river

Of memories made and shattered

Like ships dashed on rocks

Never to sail again

The river dries to a trickle

The waterfall stills for a time

The world turns

Reminders of stories now untold

Remain unheard, unsung

And the waterfall flows…

By M J Fletcher March 2016