Irene Milby
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The Power Found in Pain
While prying a panel down from the ceiling my pry bar slipped in such a way that the back side of it hit my jaw. As I spat out a bit of blood as well as the corner of my front tooth, my only response to this was a calm, “Okay”. Three weeks later I sat post car accident. A man in a stolen vehicle chose to run through a blinking red light. Airbag dust floating in the air, checking myself for external injury, acknowledging fully he just totaled my car, my response was the same. Simply a calm, “Okay”. I reflected on these moments’ days later. Deeply concussed, my body in pain from the impact, I was seriously questioning my mental health. I conclude that through the trauma of the past three years either I have gone insane or reached some level of nirvana where nothing can touch me. Either way I was okay with it.
By Irene Milby4 years ago in Psyche
My Darkness Before the Dawn
How many days has it been since I've seen myself? How many years since my surrender? Now as I walk through this moonless night, cold and weary through what once was a clear-cut forest, my fear is pushing me. He has taken them, my children, into this darkness. He has again chosen the path of pride, ignored my pleas, doubted my intuition and in doing so has placed them in harm’s way. It’s cold and in this night, I fear the rain. My heart beats with theirs, I can feel their anxiety. I stumble blinded by a force only a mother can know. With the next step the ground gives way, the rotten wood crumbles beneath my feet, I fall.
By Irene Milby4 years ago in Fiction
