>I hear it before I see it.
The fullness inside my head competes with a burgeoning, choppy roar for my full attention.
I search the horizon for the crest. I can hear it. I know it’s coming.
A plan.
I need a plan.
Frantically, my troubled mind tears through inner recesses for answers.
Which way to go?
Go or stay?
Run? Or embrace the onslaught and welcome the power of it as threatens to rip me apart?
My mind reflects the quiet just before the break and the decision is made.
Truth, unbidden, bursts forth between gritted teeth and the stage is set.
And when it hits me, I welcome the release with a smile, and yet, still feel the great sense of loss only felt when something very special slips away
without a fight.
© Copyright 2007-2008 Stacye Carroll
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