Eventually… – Day Nineteen

Universal disease can only be cured in one way.
Never let it be unsaid that the cure wasn’t painful.
Even though she was alone, she wasn’t
Quite alone. There was another here who stayed
Until she gained some kind of mental footing.
Although she understood why she had been sent away,
Longing filled her split soul.

Sun’s coming up, coming up down on main street…Head in my hands, here I am standing in my bare feet.

Watching you drive away, watching you drive away. – Dixie Chicks

Bared in a way that she had never been before,
In her heart she was alone.
There was no soothing force that spread and healed
The cracks in her mind.
Eventually, she would accept that this was now her life.
Reality had always been harsh and yet…
Something within told her that this 
Was only the beginning…
Even should she ever find her other half,
Even should she stand next to her family…
There was no doubt in her mind that her sister was just as torn.

Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt on using a sea shell:¬†http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-19-2/

Also, this is a part of one of my ongoing little universes. It’s been a bit since I’ve visited one of them with a poem.

Absent

What’s love got to do with it, got to do with it? …Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken. -Tina Turner

When you love someone, you give them the power to hurt you. The more you love them, the more power they have until they hold enough to completely destroy your life.

If you’re a special kind of lucky, then they can destroy the lives of those around you as well.

She missed her family, missed them with something that boarded on hysteria if she allowed herself time to think about it. But she didn’t really have much of a choice here.

(She was lying to herself, she had a choice. It’s just that the consequences of the other choices available weren’t something that she could live with.)

Mary glanced back at where her sons were sleeping. She’d left the cameras installed after Warren had left out of reflex. If it took longer than they’d initially predicted then he’d still be able to watch over his family even if he couldn’t be there in person. The fact that she now needed to use them for the same purpose was not reassuring.

“Maybe I should have left this to Al to take care of like he offered,” she murmured to herself as her youngest rolled over in bed, his face scrunching up.

Matt was likely having a nightmare, again. And she wasn’t there to sooth him through it should it actually wake him up this time. She’d likely not be there in the morning either.

It broke her heart to know that she was losing both her sons so slowly, but as Warren had said when they’d first separated, if they would live to grow up then the price was worth it.