On a ghostly night, creatures are lurking and with a thunderstruck of silence she is not longer holding my hand.
As time turns into a ghostly night and silence becomes a lurking creature that fills the emptiness, a curtain of clouds fills the empty spaces, where only the sound of tears can be found.
As madness becomes a part of my everyday life, laughing like a mad man, crying like a banshee, I find myself on the cold floor. Suddenly wondering what I’m doing there.
And I know this is only a moment, and miracles will return, so I rest for a day or two, and I see my shadow dancing again.
Mam, you gave me the biggest challenge, I still feel you in my heart.
©15/02/2020 T.B. Stevens.
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 