3/31/09

   "Why not try beating up on someone your own size, sneaky coward?" she asked boldly.

  "Oh, it's the little bag of bones," Joe scoffed. He turned to his fellow bullies. "Leave this to me."

  Triste swallowed hard. She stood tall as Joe came toward her. When hse judged the time right, she threw herself to the ground and rolled, knocking him over. She leapt to her feet.

  Joe was slower in getting to his feet, and seemed to be favoring his left foot.

   One they were sure that they were safe, the people who had been hiding ventured out, another among them. Several hours had passed, and in that time, Scott and Rebekah had become the proud parents of Titus Ezra Lamar, without the help of a midwife.

  Everyone wondered where Solana and Dominica had gone.

  Triste threw herself to the floor of her bedroom and rolled under her bed, nursing a fresh bruise. "I got away lucky that time," she muttered to herself, wincing as a spring jabbed the bruise.

  Triste quieted as her bedroom door banged open and she saw the huge boots that belonged to her giant father, Stuart.

  "Come out now," he growled as he stood beside her bed.

  Triste scrunched against the wall. "No! I won't!"

  Stuart lay on the floor on his stomach and reached a huge arm under the bed. "Come now!"

*Okay, sorry I've taken so long! Anna, I have been working on this all these months, I assure you, and now I have the first chapter up! I've been having horrible writer's block on this one. Finally, I long handed it in the middle of my kitchen and I think it worked! I hope everyone enjoys it! -Erin*

my heart is heavy
my soul is worn
my tears still flowing
my arms sore

my head is drooped
my legs are weak
quantity wins
I can hardly speak

I can't carry this load
I'm not seeing the signs
I can't walk this road
the do or don'ts, yes or no's, no bright lines

my cry is for an answer
my tears for a touch
my sighing for a Savior
my cowering for Your love

these feelings inside
too strong to ignore
are fighting to pull me around
I feel uninformed

Does it have to happen again? It feels like I just got over one wave, and now an even bigger one is coming crashing down on top of me.

I thought this was over. I thought it would never come again. I believed that I wouldn't have to go back through those awful emotions again.

It was not meant to be. It was too real to be true.

I am not a pessimist, but right now, I cannot see you.

Are you there amidst the pain? Or am I alone here?

Heart, heart, heart

Beating, beating, as a clock

Tics nearby upon a shelf

Throb, throb breathing lungs

Moon traces down a path

Drip, drip, those saline eyes

Now, now, stop, stop…

I saw your eyes grow and pause

You passed from dark to light.