Falling silent
Her lips may be still but never assume she is at a loss of words. Mistake her silence not for a lack of verbosity. She has plenty to say, though she has fallen silent. She's just paralyzed, speechless, reeling; inside. Thoughts, memories, decisions, mistakes, ideas, and choices, roll through her like waves during a hurricane. She shifts from side to side, drifting like a ship at sea. Scenarios play out slowly at first then quickly; clicking wildly around and around in circles like 8 millimeter film. Pictures appearing one by one like thousands of photo albums pulled from a dusty shelf. Flip, flip, flip...... She turns the pages. There's lightening inside her and sometimes when it strikes just right she's on fire: up in flames she burns steady for hours, days, weeks, months even. It feels like years. It's been too long since she was held. Strong arms wrapped around her so tight; so lovingly that her soul feels safe again. Her heart is like fireflies in ...