Dragged from a depression bed
For a cloud. A CLOUD.
This veiled bridge between heaven and hell
Sitting on the sand
Tears streaming
God spoke. No, more like whispered.
"I'm Here."
Sorrowful relief
Mom has been moved to memory care.
It's the kind of thing that is sticky in the psyche.
The more you try to wipe it away, the more the stickiness spreads to the fingers.
And then everything else.
Will the worry ever end?
The grief?