Nearly a year since I’ve put words to paper.
One year that battered and bullied, unrelenting.
Isolation insulated grief and loss as the contagion seeded fear. Those first six weeks without human touch of any sort, so terribly alone and lonely. When merely moments before breathing at last without daily tears… those weeks ravaged a fragile one. The tears returned daily. The fears were not just of the contagion.
And so, I was silent. The emotions too overwhelming for words, too revealing for others, too terrifying.
Nearly a year. Time to break the silence.
Creekside Whispers 