Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
I couldn’t believe that I had cried so many tears. They were endless. Talk about cry me a river. It was like having to plug a raging torrent of festering flood waters, with a small laundry tub plug.
The tears were uncontrollable, popping out of my head at right angles. When would it end? How long would it go on? There was no break between night and day. It all mushed into one. No sunrise, no sunset. No joy. Just an endless blur of nothingness, but everything at once. The pain just would not end. All darkness without some final closure.
After much darkness came some light. Albeit fleeting.
Looking at the trees along the road, they plugged holes amongst the skyward puffs of clouds. It is on those glorious days when the sun is shining, the trees ever so glorious and the whispers of the winds are filled with the spring time scent of flowers and foliage.
A corner had been turned.