It bereaves me to understand certain situations in life where an individual can abandon their family members for their own self-indulgence. A shocking display of ego with total ignorance for compassion.
In absolute horror I relived my own disturbance in life. An out-of-balance with the weight heavy in the heart. The burden carried second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour – day by day in the head. No shaking it.
Supposedly time heals everything. Yet in these instances time rattles on like a poisonous snake reaching out for its prey.
Silence may be golden, yet the heart beats hard and the throat catches it while the drums ring on in the ears. Ever cried that hard? It hurts.
My pain and misery spread. Lapping the shores of life. Stealing joy and mitigating sorrow. When will it end?
Acceptance quells the numbness. But will it stitch up the wounds? I know what I can do. It’s all I can do. Be there for my family member. Listen. Talk. Be. Help may come to be beyond family if time doesn’t rekindle this broken heart.