MUSINGS FROM MIDLIFE
My Stories
That is Enough
“When someone is going through a storm, your silent presence is more powerful than a million empty words.” Unknown
Standing in the autumn sun, bike leaning against my leg we are talking, the conversation messy, kind of clunky and raw. My friend wants to know how I am. We are at an event with people and noise all around yet there we are standing amongst it all, deep in. Truth is I am fragmented, scratch the surface and you will see the cracks.
The Journey
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice — though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you did not stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognised as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do — determined to save the only life you could save.