My Child Speaks

My Child Speaks
and the dark angel gave the white angel a feather from his wing, the only thing to destroy him, could she use it............

Tuesday 10 May 2011


Crime reported, waiting, waiting. Everything has come to a standstill. Life and time have paused, where are we? waiting. Days pass, weeks pass, months pass, waiting, waiting, waiting. Feeling numb after so many emotions, panic every time the phone rings, waiting for dates, having to tell the children, waiting, waiting, where are we, still, very still. Where are we, not back there at least, I know we are still not going forward. Years pass still waiting, why are we waiting? Sometimes I think I'm dying from the inside out. Why are we waiting so very long?, we want to move forward on the train to recovery, why are we waiting?, how long does it take?, who cares? Waiting, do we even matter? And him, still out there, waiting. Why are we waiting because of  him. Justice is cruel to victims, victims we don't want to be, let us move on to the next station and begin the journey to heal.

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