Loud And Long

So strident is the screaming in my head and so deafening the breaking of my heart into a million pieces that I gasp for relief.  After every hour I live through, the next two are spent weeping.  The screaming, the falling pieces hitting my stomach bottom and the tears rolling off my cheeks are heard by the walls that surround me.  Other times those wall hear nothing.  I am staring at them silently.

We have reached an impasse, she and I.  Flummoxed by her patronizing and condescending approach and the husband she allowed to deliver it, I can't find the words to respond to the demands.  She, on the other hand, has drawn a line in the sand and knows I won't cross over.  We have given ourselves space before but never has the space been so deep and dark.  This time these is a seismic shift, loud enough for the walls to shutter.

I don't know how to deal with such an odd circumstance.  The misdirected communication descended so rapidly the air came out of the room andthe walls collapsed like broken bookends.

I weep because I remember a little girl taking my hand and skipping into her adventures, excited and happy to be close to her Mom.  Now, suddenly, we can't speak.

Talks to me walls, tell me what to do.  I need to stop the noise.