A story keeps sneaking to the forefront of her consciousness. For 2 hours he talked about his plan that could be accessible anytime he wanted. The scary thing about it was that he could make it look like an accident and no one would ever be the wiser. Writing about it today actually appeases her compared to last week. His plan scared her for days, lingering in the back of her mind but now she sees it more as his survival…empowering him. He now has a choice, whether he executes it or not, and that, may be something he never had growing up…a choice.
Some young adults may finally have a chance to feel what it is like to be free from the clutches of their oppressor(s) and it might be too much to handle on their own…too much to process, let alone, heal. They may feel bombarded with too many nightmares they have lived growing up.
And that is the part of her job that she loves…being there at a moment if and when the may feel ready to reach out and try and make some sense of their nightmares. Sifting through the memories and challenges together. She often feels like a silent sounding board but with a slight difference. “Kindness is language the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” Mark Twain
Maybe reaching adulthood actually means taking back what was rightfully theirs.
light finally shines
mysteries start to unravel
taking back the night
© tournesol ‘2019/12/07
Originally submitted at TournesolDansUnJardin