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Shaakiera Schroeder
Johannesburg South Africa

Wednesdays Lost

Rating: 5.0
As “The” day draws nearer
Spirits sink lower
Fears rise, higher.
Not completely sure why,
It’s as if we expect something…or
“That” to happen again…
Anything worse…is impossible!
Still so unbelievable _ surreal almost.
Two months short of a year
And we continue to struggle to grasp the fact_
You’re gone!
How do you go about planning an Angel Day…?
When you can’t believe…
Yet register every Wednesday…
As we stare at the clock…silence engulfs…
We hold our breath…for that moment to pass…
I find myself praying that this Wednesday …
Wednesday no: 45…I WAKE UP!
The nightmare is over!
When your mom calls …I hear happiness _
Instead of the emptiness that fills her voice…
Her heart…her soul.
Sorrowfully…it’s not a dream,
This is our heart aching reality…
Leaves an unnatural feeling in our souls…
“GOD give us strength to make it through TODAY”
I open my eyes and prepare to face,
The never shifting pain…
Aggravated and worsened…
By the FEAR of every Wednesday!

SS
(10/02/10)
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
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COMMENTS
Saadat Tahir 04 February 2012
a painful write with deep anguish and fear.... without the proper context a bit difficult to place yet amply conveys the underlying feelings well done :)
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