Stop! Deal with this now, speak to me, please.
The secret is worming through as it rots your soul. We are not them.
We were wiser but the amber eyes didn't trust nor believe we might be the answer.
No amount of motherly chirping could convince her to be ours. The screaming of a raptor reached its crescendo and its departure.
There were no happy endings. She could not believe in that possibility.
Written for The Sunday Whirl Wordle
8 comments:
That story always breaks my heart. Is this for now or next Sunday?
This is very sad . . . you can tell a story!
You will deal with a happy life after this sadness.This day also will pass away. Nothing is fixed to someone...
I read the post you're linking to. How sad. But you gave it all you had, which is wonderful.
That is so sad, especially when you give it all you had but sometimes the scars are just too deep. I hope she some day finds peace and will accept love.
Oh no! Yikes!
Dear Gail
I thought what you've written here is very good,and describes things so well.
I did follow the link you gave ...
You tried, and tried so hard but sometimes it just doesn't work out.
Blessings
All the best Jan
Reading this again . . .
Very sad . . .
Tell me more . . ,
please
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