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10-21-2013, 12:27 PM
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MIDAS
Where could I go? You are the only love I've ever known. But I hate you. I really hate you.She seemed grateful, nearly overtaken with joy to see me; like I had just won a boon for favorite individual of the day. Even dreary that had etched traveling worry lines were washed in a clean light enough that she appeared almost refreshed. A welcoming smile was upon her face, I couldn’t hardly believe she found the strength…when…it was utterly ridiculous. Who had done this? Africa gave no inclination that said topic had ever crossed her mind. Fina stiffened and chirped. Attentively I pushed my face out, offering muzzle to brush across her check tenderly, “You’ve been missed.” An understatement. Did my family really understand how important each one was—that when they were hurting, we all hurt? I searched her eyes, looking for an understanding and perhaps offering before I was forced to ask. Africa had greeted me with an old title; had really been so long? I didn’t and wouldn’t bother correcting her, such frilly things weren’t of importance. “Africa,” I began softly, pulling away and glancing at the side of her body that was absent birthright. Horrible. Wisdom had schooled those of a curious heart to find patience, I practiced the teaching by asking something other than what was desired, “May I walk with you? I’m assuming your heading to the Oasis?” Swallowing a ball of bile that had risen in my throat I smiled for her, trying to ignore the tense and angry wash that was filtering my soul with a bitter resentment for whoever had struck this kind bird. |
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