([{ sigh }])

The tears caught in her throat as she stood at the edge of the cliff - one step forward and it would all be over.

Karen said: “Keep moving forward, don’t go backwards”

Tentatively tip toeing away from the edge she sashayed right, the view was the same. It’d be okay cuz in dance going backwards was not really — backwards.

Karen: “You will find your way, it’ll take a bit of time”

Time what is time she asked. No one is there, they are all gone — see. I’m not playing this game anymore, she admitted to herself.

([{ sigh }])

Karen: “I’m still here. I give you this silver bowl to catch your tears in. It is a vessel for carrying lost dreams in.”

([{ sigh }])

I can’t do it. I won’t do it. Cuz I’m stuck — stuck, sick of the death and crying in the earth. It’ll do me in so I give in — I give up, done.

Karen: “Look at my hand. I keep it open for you. It is a view of my heart. I do the best I can and I offer it with a smile. If I am able, I’ll make it through with you.

([{ sigh }])

([{ sigh }])

Tears upped and outed from her. They fell in slow motion to the ground, salty tears, ocean tears. As they fell on the dry earth the water met the soil and in the joining the green stem sprouted.

Miracles happen, all the time. We are not used to seeing them.

([{ sigh }])