I Won’t Fight It – Andrew Belle
Hard to take in — the tangible weeping sadness in her sturdy, cracking voice.
I see her eyes look exhausted as tears continue to drip from them like the melancholic, slow and painful rain. Unseasoned.
I didn’t impede despite imminent explosion for she wanted to speak this time and I needed to hear.
Her yelling paper red face, grieve stricken brow, those freezing arms, trembling lips; I needed to hug her, tell her how much I love her, tell her I am always,.. always here for her.
And in the end, she broke down with all her heart, “I miss family…I miss home ...”