Shaun
Four months. Four agonizing months since I had seen her in the park. Four agonizing months of starting to dial her number, and then stopping myself.
I am listening to the middle aged woman complain about her life. She doesn't even need a therapist.
I will the clock to déplacer faster. My office is dark, modern, and devoid of warmth. Ironically, it fits me.
Thankfully, the session is over. I tell Amamda that she's made progress, suivant week, and it's been a pleasure. Notice the lie. I glance down at the bureau calender, and look up 2:30.
I don't get a chance to see who is scheduled next, because I hear someone entering the room. Automatically, I look up, and see her.
She is looking at the floor.
Serena
I looked him up. Kayla convinced me to go. I protested, trying to say that Ashleigh needed watching. She a dit she would wait with Ashleigh. Eventually, I gave in.
She was trying everything to forget, but I knew she was only blocking everything out because it hurt to remember.
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We walked into the small private practice, Ashleigh, now a four an old, was holding onto Kayla's hand determindly.
I walked calmly over to a crescent shaped bureau with a grey plastic surface patterned to look like marble, with an equally fake receptionist sitting behing it. She was pretty in a bland, emotionless way. Her voice was irritatingly smug as she said, "Do toi have appointment?"
Calmly, I said, "Serena Meyer, Guardian Ad Litem. I'm here to speak to Dr. Shaun McCarthy. It was a personal appointment. Legal matters," I lie.
The woman blinks, and points me to a corridor with the instructions, "Third door on the right."
I thank her, and tell Kayla to wait here with Ashleigh.
I breathe in, trying to calm myself, and push the door open.
Four months. Four agonizing months since I had seen her in the park. Four agonizing months of starting to dial her number, and then stopping myself.
I am listening to the middle aged woman complain about her life. She doesn't even need a therapist.
I will the clock to déplacer faster. My office is dark, modern, and devoid of warmth. Ironically, it fits me.
Thankfully, the session is over. I tell Amamda that she's made progress, suivant week, and it's been a pleasure. Notice the lie. I glance down at the bureau calender, and look up 2:30.
I don't get a chance to see who is scheduled next, because I hear someone entering the room. Automatically, I look up, and see her.
She is looking at the floor.
Serena
I looked him up. Kayla convinced me to go. I protested, trying to say that Ashleigh needed watching. She a dit she would wait with Ashleigh. Eventually, I gave in.
She was trying everything to forget, but I knew she was only blocking everything out because it hurt to remember.
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We walked into the small private practice, Ashleigh, now a four an old, was holding onto Kayla's hand determindly.
I walked calmly over to a crescent shaped bureau with a grey plastic surface patterned to look like marble, with an equally fake receptionist sitting behing it. She was pretty in a bland, emotionless way. Her voice was irritatingly smug as she said, "Do toi have appointment?"
Calmly, I said, "Serena Meyer, Guardian Ad Litem. I'm here to speak to Dr. Shaun McCarthy. It was a personal appointment. Legal matters," I lie.
The woman blinks, and points me to a corridor with the instructions, "Third door on the right."
I thank her, and tell Kayla to wait here with Ashleigh.
I breathe in, trying to calm myself, and push the door open.
upset
and so many thoughts
circling around
your head,
toi try to make
this right,
to find the best way
so toi could feel better,
so toi could be free.
Pain will never
go away,
it always stays
to remember you
that life is not a dream,
life is unpredictable.
Endless questions,
so many "Why",
but the answer
we will
never find!
The strength within
will not let us crack,
life is unpredictable,
who's to say?
Today you're happy,
and yet
despair waits
stealthily
to engulf you.
But,
toi need to be prepared.
Not only bad things
happen to bad people.
Unfortunately,
so many pure,
honored hearts
have been broken for
so many times,
in so many pieces,
and yet
they live,
they live with
their agony,
they live with
their groan,
but they live,
tho their eyes are
always sad,
their hearts are
still softly.
Therefore
they know...
Therefore
they are...
The brightest star
that shines
in the dark,
that spark of hope
for all of us
who deserve better.
When toi look at the night sky, what do toi see?
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When toi stop and listen to the wind, what do toi hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When toi feel the sun on your back, what do toi think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When toi hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my cœur, coeur and soul, drifting on and on.
When toi look at me, what do toi see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When toi stop and listen to the wind, what do toi hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When toi feel the sun on your back, what do toi think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When toi hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my cœur, coeur and soul, drifting on and on.
When toi look at me, what do toi see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
Its too dark
Too dark to see what is going on
Tripping over the couch
Slamming into the wall
stepping on the remote
It was too dark
The undone dishes
The scattered roses
The broken picture
My broken heart
It was too dark
Believing it would change
That he would change
A Waste
A waste of my time
My Effort
The “No Messages” left on my phone
It was too dark
It was too dark to see what had happened
Too dark to try to fix things
Its just too dark
Someone turn on the light
That light bulb in my head of what Ive done wrong
Its too dark
Too dark to see what is going on
Tripping over the couch
Slamming into the wall
stepping on the remote
It was too dark
The undone dishes
The scattered roses
The broken picture
My broken heart
It was too dark
Believing it would change
That he would change
A Waste
A waste of my time
My Effort
The “No Messages” left on my phone
It was too dark
It was too dark to see what had happened
Too dark to try to fix things
Its just too dark
Someone turn on the light
That light bulb in my head of what Ive done wrong
Its too dark
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please if toi need advice, just try it.
the new Dear Annie
xxxxx