Darkness falls

The day started off as normal,

The alarm clock buzzed and i silenced it again and again (I have adaptive snooze on it see)

then the phone rang...

a cry for help... I paused my day.

I drove, i counselled, I prayed.

The story unfolded, betrayal upon betrayal. Hearts bleed and tears flow.

Anger rises and seeks vengence... the quiet voice calms it down.

The wounds are tended but i feel like a battle field medic, band aids over bullet holes I apply.

The little battler struggles to her feet and pushes on. I pray for strength over her.

My afternoon flows on, the story resonating over and over...

Words start appearing, disrespect, betrayal, cowardance.

Anger builds.

I pick up the phone, a last lifeline i will cast.

I am trying very hard to control my voice now,

i've heard what's happened and i want to to terrible things to make you hurt.

I only have one question, "why did you make the girl cry?"

retreat on the other end of the phone, words rage in the ether... COWARD!

My hands shake with rage as i control not to slam the phone down.

I sit in stunned silence as rage so familiar thunders within me.

This was the last straw,

excommunication,

it is done.