2 years to this day since I got a crushing hug from my crying mother. I woke up to find out that dementia had taken you from us. 3 days after my birthday.
A week before my birthday I had gone to see you for what I thought would be the last time. And I was correct. What I wasn't expecting was a blank expression upon your face as you failed to recognise my existence in your life.
"It's a beautiful day isn't it?" You kept saying as you looked out of the window from the chair you were slumped in. I just smiled and nodded my head in agreement. Not...
My sense of reality has been asleep for some time now, fear follows me closely as if it were my shadow. I can almost see the door I need to escape through, but it seems I've lost the key along the way.
What are these bursts of emotions I'm feeling? Dancing around my mind to an upbeat tune. I smile happily for the first time in a long time; feeling unburdened, feeling pure joy. I ruffle my vibrant auburn hair and release a scream of success. Shooting my fists into the warm breeze of spring and jumping around like a happy child. I feel. Happy.
The sun burns my fair freckled skin and my blue-green eyes try to shy away from the rays. I shake off the sun and keep smiling as the moon beams into the night. The thoughts that were once muddled no longer...
I spot the faint scars carefully placed over your freckles fore arms I see the sadness in your tired eyes whenever you laugh at a joke I empathise fully with the demons you struggle to battle with everyday I can see how utterly exhausted you are with your life
I want you to know that I can carefully guide you out of the darkness I need you to trust my wisdom as I carry your burdens with mine I long for you to smile with your eyes and feel truly happy I will risk my sanity to save you from insanity