Saturday, December 3, 2011

Belief interrupted

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Punishment or
parental tyranny,
inconvenience or
lucky-miss-school,
the child perceives illness as
harmless
and annoying and
certainly not
terminal.
Peering through the veil for
the first time
seriously,
the weary adult,
afflicted by some
random but overwhelming
demon germ,
suddenly glimpses
the other side and a
beckoning Presence and
ponders
if this time will be
'it'.

(Posted for Free Write Friday, 12/3/11, Bluebell Books Short Story Slam 15, 12/3/11
and One Single Impression 196, 12/3/11 and Poetry Pantry 76, 12/3/11)

3 comments:

  1. Not me! I don't do sick, and I know it ain "it"! Guess I'm still a kid when it comes to that!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/02/a-little-help-here-2/

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  2. powerful.
    Thanks for sharing such a divine entry.

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  3. I do sick now, the way I did then. I wait for the house to quiet down, for everyone to leave and then I'm up looking for something to read, a movie to watch, someone to call or invite over. My body might say it's sick, but my mind refuses to accept it.
    Thanks for sharing!

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