We shall end Prose and Poetry Week here on Bagwine Ruminations with a piece of prose that I penned a couple of years ago.
This bit of verse is very personal to me as it reminds me to this day, of an incredibly dark and painful time in my life.
But, what the hell…I’ve come this far, why not let it all hang out there?
The Dawn and the Anguish
It’s 5:45 A.M.
My hands are palsied, anxiety coursing through my body. I sit on the couch, frightened.
My upper lip is bathed in a cold sweat
as my right eyebrow begins to twitch in fear of the situation.
The blue gray hues of dawn do little to allay my sense of apprehension…
How could this have happened to me? Is there any end in sight?
I don’t know how much more of this pain I can endure.
My legs begin to quiver furiously.
I hate being at the mercy of someone else. My situation is dire.
At last, shattering the heavy sound of dread, a sound of hope splits the air…
a creak, a squeak, a pop.
A door swings open; out she comes. With great haste I make my move, and with microseconds to spare,
I make it safely to the bathroom and empty my swollen, aching bladder!!
Have a great Friday everyone. I am off today, and it’s party time.