The single hardest, single-syllable word I ever had to say.
Forcing it through clenched teeth. Reluctantly, quietly. Earnestly.
Alone. No other words allowed. No other thoughts entertained.
Just one word to net it all. One word to express the whole ocean of pain, sorrow, regret and yearning. One word only, in asking for intervention.
The breath catches. The tears break. Tumbling in an ever-increasing stream, as their weight pulls my body bluntly face-first to the floor.
“Please. Please, please, please, please…”
Bits of un-chewed food spit forth as I moan through my petition, increasingly acute.
“(Please, please, please, please, please, please…)”
Unable to breathe, the words are now uttered only in my mind, as the rest of my body heaves itself to release deep sobs, long buried by a soul afraid of it’s own life. It’s own potential. It’s own beauty.
There is no answer. There never is. But the sobbing slowly subsides, and The Darkness reluctantly retreats.
An unforeseen feeling of warmth, of comfort even, comes over me. A quiet yet strong voice – maybe of my own making, or maybe His – whispers to me, “Trust Me to handle this, and we’ll make it through. Trust Me to be in control, and I will walk you Home.”
Realizing it my choice to make, I think a moment, then utter,
This post is being brought to you by both a recounting of Real Life experiences, and by the WordPress Daily Prompt’s question of “Is it easy for you to ask for help when you need it, or do you prefer to rely only on yourself?” I would hope that in this case, the answer is clear.
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This reminds me of the bit in Eat Pray Love, where she gets up in the middle of the night and asks for help. Really powerful stuff kid…
I’ll have to check that out. And thank you, dear =)
This was a well-played prayer…please is hard to say, and thank you can be even harder if what we receive is not what we want. Visiting from To Breathe is to Write. Will return!
Thank you so much Helen, and you’re dead on! In fact, in instances where I’ve tried “please help,” I am usually interrupted with “I Am…”
This is beautiful. I’ll have to add the Ink Spots up there, close to Bobby.
Thank you so much Elisa, I appreciate that ♡
Gee whiz. This is c.o.o.l.
Tess, you cause my heart to smile =)
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Speechless, prayerful, hopeful that your answer is coming.
A little bit, every day. In His time and in His way. As patience is a virtue I’m far overdue to learn, you see =)
You and me both, pal.