THE WAVES OF LIFE.
By Pegbronco
He strolls by, his gate heavy and labored. His shoulders pulled to the earth beneath him. His hand held tight to his heart.
He sits with the look of distress on his face. His body pulled into a ball of invisible pain. Holding himself together as best as he can.
He looks to me for relief. I am unable to break throw. I am unable to wash away the sorrow that has enveloped him. My constant pounding, can't break the hold that is strangling the life from him.
Here he sits. Looking out, but not looking. His eyes turned dark. The blue almost gone, void of life. His heart and soul, now in distress. I am unable nurture him back to life.
He strolls by, his gate slightly lighter. His head held higher. His arms placed to his side.
His sits and looks out. His face softer. The pain of life eased some. His heart still beating strong.
He looks to me with new hope in his face. Hope that I can continue the life that is so precious to him.
Here he sits. Looking out and seeing. The blue eyes lighter. His heart and soul wounded but healing.
They stroll by. They're gate slow and at ease. Their arms holding the other. Their faces lightened with laughter. Their heart and souls bonded and healed. One, once again.
THE END