Back Rooms of Life

July 4, 2011




People
People at the grocery store
People driving their cars down the street
People picking their kids up from school
People jogging in the park
People working in their gardens
People raking their yards
People going to church
People talking on the radio
People playing games on the internet
People shopping for clothes
People yelling at ball games
People skimming rocks across the water...

They are among them...
You don't know who...
But they are among them...
Those that live in the back rooms of life.

An only son killed in war...
The loss of a home...
Serious illness...
The cause of someone hurt in a car accident...
A momentary mistake
That left scars the rest of their lives...
Boiling water, chemical burns, toys, window blinds...
A dive into a pool head first...
A child left to wander into a pool alone...
Or in a car...
Something left neglected
That caused death or injury...

Accidents... accidents...
Or just a strange misfortune...
That ended in tragedy
For themselves or loved ones
Or strangers...

Victims and perpetrators...
All these gather together
In those back rooms of life...
Each to their own...
Where the dark might provide
What is left to be found of peace
When no comfort can comfort...
No comfort acceptable...
To the deep scars in a life
Forever changed...
Never again to be the same.

We fill our back rooms
With memorials and good works...
With time... and more time...
And inch our way back out...
Little step by little step...
Little kindnesses by little kindnesses...
Little closures by little closures...
Prayer upon prayer...
Until that one day comes...
When you can open a window a bit...
When you can face the light a bit...
When you can accept some comfort...
When you can free yourself
From truths
That have quieted their echoings...
And can go... forward again.




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