Time past

The door slams open, that cool, almost tornado like wind blasts through the room without warning. Her world comes to a standstill everything and everyone around her freezes to a halt. At every time breaking swing it seemed lightning was striking at her face. In that little but safe fragile bubble she's in a field of calm and pain free state...she she's yellow butterflies over a lea of rainbow coloured tulips, birds whistling sweet melodies so soothing to her fractured heart. " BOOM!!!" Her head drops to the floor, red velvet river flowing through the cracks of the wooden floor that by now seemed like cushion after years of landing.

Today is yet another just like the others, storms & tsunamis are only part of the time past, hope, faith and the kids....are the only keeper's of the strength to keep living. Life is time.