A Silent Ally
Before I knew it, I felt his cold hand grip me at the center of my shoulders, thrusting me forward. The sudden force caught my breath, as I entered absolute silence, looking out at an endless universal landscape. I suspended in nothingness, held protectively by the same hand that pushed me.
Silence surrounded me. Suffocating silence, deafening silence, soothing silence. It pulls at me, tempts me. I feel a longing, for the silence, for quiet. It finds its way into my consciousness, softening my body, when I am abruptly pulled back upon my impending surrender.
Once again, chaos surrounds me.
Louder.
I am not done.
He's been here ever since, quite, still, right behind me. The cold clings to his presence, as a constant reminder. Even his breath is cold, on the back of my neck, raising the hairs and sending a chill up my spine. His silence surrounds me. A suffocating silence. And I freeze.
He takes a step back, but is still there. Silently, radiating, awakening longing in me. A silent message, speaking volumes - the reward of silence comes through chaos. His silence surrounds me. A deafening silence. And I move.
He takes another step back, but is still there. A silent witness, right behind me, patiently waiting, protecting. My silent ally, I am not alone. His silence surrounds me. A soothing silence. And life goes on.
I am not done.
He's been here ever since, quite, still, right behind me. The cold clings to his presence, as a constant reminder. Even his breath is cold, on the back of my neck, raising the hairs and sending a chill up my spine. His silence surrounds me. A suffocating silence. And I freeze.
He takes a step back, but is still there. Silently, radiating, awakening longing in me. A silent message, speaking volumes - the reward of silence comes through chaos. His silence surrounds me. A deafening silence. And I move.
He takes another step back, but is still there. A silent witness, right behind me, patiently waiting, protecting. My silent ally, I am not alone. His silence surrounds me. A soothing silence. And life goes on.
I go on.
I am not done.
And when I am, I know that all I need to do is to reach back. And he will be there to take my hand. To lean back, and he will be there to hold me. To let go, and he will be there.
I am not done.
And when I am, I know that all I need to do is to reach back. And he will be there to take my hand. To lean back, and he will be there to hold me. To let go, and he will be there.
About the Author
After 2020 rewrote my life when medical challenges brought my professional career to a close, I shifted focus to a purpose-driven life. Now dedicated to personal development and creative expression, I believe that while we don't always choose our opening lines, we always hold the pen for the chapters that follow.