“We’re in paradise,” they said. “Unhappiness doesn’t exist here.”
As they smiled and ruffled my hair,
I felt darkness overtake
The last bastions of light
In my soul.
“Yes,” I said. “We’re in paradise.”
Picture by: Gerald Friedrich
Author. Reader. Mother.
Wow! The last line hit me so hard. It’s such a beautiful piece!
Thank you, Cendrine! Acceptance of an unchangeable situation is always hard, but I had to write about it.