Collaboration

“Collaboration “

"She was an honest soul, young, but old of heart. Youthful looks, her eyes had lived , many lives .

In her world she understood the trauma of civil war. Suffering cuts and acidic burns . Wounds that still remain, eating her very being, inflicted by an enemy rarely seen.

The wretched voices enjoyed torturing her , tormenting her ..., oh and the lies….., the convincing lies they repeated , again and again. Lies mixed with truth, fiction became fact , no light or dark.. no ying or yang . Always a merchant of misery, ….. relishing their task .

She had known the tormentors for many years , …she still entertained them .., she found comfort from them , like a child’s favourite toy, .. they are rarely far from thought and grasp.

I struggle with collaboration, she said . Not trusting in the motives of others , sometimes love and sorrow , ….yes sadness , definitely sadness are easy companions.