It feels as if I have lost control of my life, as if the winds of life — or change — are in the air, and bits of me are floating off into the ether.
I wish I could concoct a powerful witches brew and — poof. Everything would be fine.
Or that I knew a wizard who could cast a joyous spell.
I wish I were as strong as everyone thinks I am.
I wish I had money enough and time to give everyone what they need and make things right.
I wish . . . oh, so many things. But mostly, I guess, I hope I will eventually rise
out of the horror or my life into a new day.
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Pat Bertram is the author of the suspense novels Light Bringer, More Deaths Than One, A Spark of Heavenly Fire, and Daughter Am I. Bertram is also the author of Grief: The Great Yearning, “an exquisite book, wrenching to read, and at the same time full of profound truths.” Connect with Pat on Google+. Like Pat on Facebook.
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Published on July 09, 2014 18:29