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Glittery glue

For my sweet girl…

By Chantaal Doucet Published 4 years ago 3 min read
Glittery glue
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Glittery glue

Curled in fetal position with an old blanket, only, 8 years old she is intoxicated with fear, the smell of whisky lingers in the autumn air. Lights dancing upon the roof of a moving car… here we, no I go again… chiming of coins, she closes her eyes… listening to the rain as the palpitating thuds, match the heavy heartbeat pounding inside of her… please let my tears hide in the rain, please wash away this pain…

Time after time, glimmers of hope, the sun rays looks different floating across pastures, illuminating the fields of hay, portraying a sea that could take me away, she makes a wish with golden circus coins throwing them into the flat lying field… sunflower kisses, washed down with broken promises , like gulping lemonade.. so easily, they all fall as the hand that trespasses….

Sun sets and rises differently here and forever more.. as prairie wind rushes through a horses mane, and sunshine butterflies dance through rain… how she aches for the rain, yet longs for the heat of the sand and sea breezes… there the tears blow away in the salty air through her hair.. away from the midnight wolves.

Where ever you are, know I am here. I know you are out beyond the window sill, maybe just beyond these small towns limit.

Invisible Stitches painted in portraits with glittery glue, holding the cracked frame into place.. Today I pray I find something true…

Love, a fickle entity, hard to embrace, euphoric emotions, fleeting youth.. how it dances and moves, embrace, swallow my soul as we dance.

Only to greet the Devil in an overdosed trance.

Where ever you are, I haven’t given up.. I broke thru the glass, and crossed over my window sill, and in the haste I find an ugly will. I found an end to a journey before the adventure, however; my will they cannot take, as one door closes another always opens.

A Soldiers heart inside, stitches made of hope and cloth, hold my body, with glittery glue around the edges, that shines, perfectly for you..

Found, you are, attracted to my sparkle.. only to find it’s all a sham… however, you hold my hand, a smile, a world unfolds.

My edges were ridged under the glue, my scars were visible gleaming like laughing demons on ones shoulders…

There you are…

I hold you what I hoped to be forever… but not in this life.. sunshine kisses on the nose quickly turn to palpitating rain against my windows… from within the stitched suitcase I feel this curse I bare..

I was too broken to see your pain. You truly have with no hopes to gain, love so fiercely, smoothing and allowing my spirit to dance above the fields, me me me… you fixed… I hold an empty hand…

I stand on frozen cemented roads.. wallowing, screaming at the lurking crow in the night! this rage is uncontrollable as I lay in a pile of your clothes left behind… holding our vows.. until death.

Your gone…

you sealed your soul when you inhaled the toxic air. Believing the demons on thy shoulders..

You left us alone…

A youthful widow, in the veil of the moon, hiding in the dark… through the dark, are hazel eyes, just like yours.. a reflections you remains…

she’s intoxicated by your memory holding her hand…

She prays to meet you in the unknown land only at 13…

I fall to my knees in the soul of the earth below and the universe above..

I have come too far… please don’t take my light, my Sunshine butterfly who dances with horses, unicorns and ladybugs.. she is my peace…

My sweet daughter, I share your pain, I feel your grieving heart, and mine, I wish I could weave it into a different story…

8 yrs old, I know now that pain shall serve a purpose.. the dance of the devils card, my father too.. never to hear is voice again…

Sweet girl, the very sound of your voice… the very first breath of life and tiny tune that echoed from within you.. brought my heart out from the abyss, unlocking my chained spirit..

dear daughter, you were the sun guiding me through when I was hiding in the darkness… I was always waiting for you…

don’t quit, don’t give up… I know it’s heavy. A warriors heart was given to me, bound with some stitches and glittery glue and now it is given to you… I vow to you… stitch by stitch, I will always hold you, I will always be your glue and you will always be my sparkle…

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