Soulfood Sundays

[I was never ready, therefore I never spoke] The day you left felt like the end of summer. I had to prepare and brace myself for stormy nights, windy days and thunder skies.  Do not get me wrong, I love the sound of rain, But that day, Rain sounded like my cries and screams into my pillow. The lightning being the urge,  The desperate urge to be sedated, because the electricity in my body electrocuted my heart with every breath.  HOWEVER I have hope in my healing that my heart can bare it, because we have bared this before.  But even those words drifted to the back of my mind, like wind, not stable, Just floating to wherever felt safe at the time.  I lost faith in my favourite instrument of healing; My Pen, My Notepad, with a bottle of my creative juice,  sitting unopened, as if it did not exist at all.  I felt invisible because you were gone, , You left with parts that helped shape me. Lessons, Pointers, a make your life simple manual. I watch myself p...